What a poignant and evocative phrase, “I’m tired of being tired.”
“Scrounging to find some good.”
“How do I find a way back from being tired to the depths of my soul.”
Your words have captured feelings that are very difficult to express. Painful but beautiful poem.
lindahallstrom commented on the post, hour 11 poem 11 someday she won’t win the silence award 5 months ago
Such powerful images. Strong, strong writing!
I think that this is an excellent poem. Interesting combination: singing and vacuuming. To me, it reflects finding hope and inspiration while we go about our ordinary, daily lives. I like the line breaks. They create an effective rhythm.
A vast cold and a somber quiet
leave my breath stretched tight.
I need air.
This night has gone on too long.
Darkness over the land
feels death-like and ruthless.
Softer air revives […]
The smell, the noise, the traffic is too much.
Streets are dirty; people are rude.
I am terrified.
This is the heartless Metropolis of my imagination.
Pushing, hurrying, throbbing.
No rest. […]
The girl that was me hovers near as I listen to Moonshadow.
“Remember when you wore mini-skirts?” she taunts.
She’s right. I’m not tha […]
A strange lethargy
traps me like
a firefly in a bottle.
Heat lightning flickers near the treeline,
glimmering at the edge of an oppressive day.
I adjust my mask of contentment
before stepping […]
Emo No No
The tekkies have reduced emotions
to little cartoons
and renamed them emojis.
Words erased and replaced
by clapping hands and smiley faces and upward thumbs.
Tekkies don’t have time for s […]
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