My poem came from too places. One – prompted by a Wordle on We Write Poems and secondly, holding a friend of mine in my mind’s eye as I wrote.
Do you ever
feel like the day is coming and when it is here, you will forever wish it wasn’t?
Friend?
She twitches,
almost unseen
Muscle drought
from not spotting
Her object of
obsession
A circle of madness
moves through
Her feet, the wind
from her glacial sorrow
Forms icicles on
the bottom
Of her skirt,
covering her toes
Marching, in a
nervous watery snow
Such sorrow on
her birthday
Forehead,
drawn over brown smudged
Eyelids, the
bad vibes falling as the sky
Collapsed, her
happy self becomes
Merely carbon traces
In a sea of
delusional wishes
“Bad bad bad”
were the
final words
she deigned to
speak
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I like the imagery of icicles at the bottom of her skirt. Sort of sums up the feeling of glacial sorrow. The truth is, there are bad days. I wish all days are good. (Nice to see you at WWP, Julie.)
Posted by: irene | June 23, 2010 at 04:10 PM
Julie, this is a haunting poem and makes me think. The title, with the question mark, intrigues me.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/drought-wordle.html
Posted by: Mary | June 23, 2010 at 06:07 PM
In agreement with Mary, the question mark title is intriguing. The sadness is enormous in this piece...her happy self becomes merely carbon traces... It's almost like she sighs it away.
Posted by: brenda w | June 23, 2010 at 06:27 PM
In agreement with Mary, the question mark title is intriguing. The sadness is enormous in this piece...her happy self becomes merely carbon traces... It's almost like she sighs it away.
Posted by: brenda w | June 23, 2010 at 06:27 PM
Julie
Extremely sad piece and beautifully written!
Pamela
Posted by: pamela | June 23, 2010 at 06:34 PM