SHADOWS

dark moods

SHADOWS

My suspended clothespin tumbles into a vast fissure

in the earth where my dis-spirited soul rests

formidable wind and rain slip in from above

my eyes at half mast

As a sailor lowers his boom with hefty gales

 

it pains me to open them

blurry from laps of weep

each time I struggle to speak

no words

silence is all I can sustain

 

My dysfunctional brain falters

to exercise its neurons

laugh, sob, write, think

dormant and distressed

it stagnates and regurgitates

in the darkness of its own abyss

 

failure consumes all of me

shadows pervade the void

in want and in time to settle the breach

in hope of ample sunlight to open my eyes

own the energy to exist as I imagine

 

 

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.....back to my series.. At Bridges End when I have more energy

Reviews

[Akinlolu]

This emotional storm not only feels real; it also seems to be happening in the present. The subject of this piece is in the throes of unimaginable grief and I really can relate. The experience is so disturbing but the writing is beautifully done.

[Betty Hermelee]

An excellent review and the fact that you could relate to this storm is is even better, thank you.read moreAn excellent review and the fact that you could relate to this storm is is even better, thank you.
Best, B

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I really like this. The language is unique and the poem unfolds naturally. Beauty blooms in dark and light. We have to have an appreciation for both. Well written.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for your thoughtful comments, much appreciated!
Warmly, B

[Miss Sharon]

(My dysfunctional brain falters to exercise its neurons laugh, sob, write, think dormant and distressed it stagnates and regurgitates in the darkness of its own abyss) I know how this feels. Good writing my friend. ~Sharon

[Betty Hermelee]

I'm better now.. and thanks Sharon for your words
Best, B

[emmajoygreen]

Is too easy to say you should do this and that, keep busy, try hard not to succumb and all that rubbish. Living in a place where mind doesn't really hav e the right to be, is something that creeps up and takes hold. Life can be cruel. But Betty, perhaps kindest survival tactic is to focus, think on the 'Beautiful'.
Maybe a sky of stars; golden wheat/corn swaying in a cool breeze; sun glinting silver on a Summer sea's drift up-down a near dusk shore; your favourite flowers or a whisper of your favourite scent? Maybe that helps, it certainly won't harm . Your poem is powerful, intense to extremes.. that latter needs calming, dear friend. I know how it goes. Wishing you everything you wish yourself - and more

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you my dear Em; that was a bad week for me, but now I'm in the sunlight, not the shadows...read moreThank you my dear Em; that was a bad week for me, but now I'm in the sunlight, not the shadows...
so kind and empathetic.....
Warmly, B

[emmajoygreen]

Gentle thoughts and equally gentle hug. :)

[JessyJacob]

i do make my dreams true with holy heart, not hurting others, to the extreme, i handled my life very well, i have very important task of giving child to him, i dont know why this desire keeps on making me awake, i lost third child for others desire, my heart is not allowing me to lose this second child for him,,,, hope evryone understands,,, i dont undermine anyone, they can stil touch his marma, i dont mind neither any time i did, but i just needed my space, you cant stamp on my space, it is his space where you are stamping on, in a way you are killing him. hope you understand dear lady... this is note for someone not for you betty,

[JessyJacob]

dear betty, i dont think you are old enough than me, but you giv more suggestions as if from a best friend to any. you dig yourself and give everything, but there is one person who knows you very well and says my dearest why you gav everything to others, you should hav sometimg for you take this is for you more than anything which you have given to others,,,that is god and beloved. , i love you for your bold heart its just not kind its the wealthiest heart you have. i live for him where every second i feel his voice talking to me, coming fo r me 100000... of miles far in long flights putting so much money, what for it si sthe great love over me, i owe to him rather he owes to me, for he is the god, to me , i adore him for the same, i never hurted him, i stayed for him till the end i never rushed, i moved only when he doenst needed me as he says from his chat box. till then i listened stayed for him, i also dont want to crush him. i know iwth this struggle how much he is losing interms of money and career good and happy family time.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you for your heartfelt review!
Best, B

[FGFRANKLIN]

If you have dreams like this, no more pizzas with anchovies before bed! This was like a page out of Armageddon or Mordor from Lord of the Rings. Dark foreboding energy well expressed, I enjoyed the read.

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you so much for a thoughtful review!
Best, B

[Neville]

the Black Dog is not proud .. unfortunately no one is immune to it's bloody bite .. take care Betty, go well & write on 🌷

[Betty Hermelee]

I will do that Neville, sometimes it always cheery...and thank you for the cheery review!
Best, B

[Lorry]

Well Betty, this sounds pretty much on point for what I've recently went through with covid and more recently long covid.
It not only saps your energy, but the energy required to think and function normally.
During lockdown, I think I had about three thoughts the whole time, but for the most part I had nothing. No thoughts rushing too quickly to be grasped or even thought about what they could be. I'm sure somewhere in the dark of my mind there would have been a mini me version, trying to hum a tune and failing miserably.
Although at times I managed enough concentration to allow me to learn how to change watch batteries myself and other things I couldn't do because nowhere was open.
But your piece is done so much better er than my head think thing would have allowed while I was like that and would probably have had the snappy title of "I was trying to write a poem but zoned out and ended up looking out the window for signs of life instead."
The actual poem would have been a line repeated of " None found."
I think yours would have won easily 😊

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you dear Lorry for your upbeat review, you can be funny even w..
hen you're sad,,,,Ill be fine eventually
Best, B

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Betty.
"in want and in time to settle the breach
in hope of ample sunlight to open my eyes
own the energy to exist as I imagine"
Like can be trickery and we hope. We land in the right place. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Betty Hermelee]

Thank you John for your sincere review
Best, B