that relinquish nothing
but cadaverous bones
known to rattle
a downbeat melancholy
when fiercely shaken
a reflection of a petrified past
rooted
invisibly present
toasting monotonous minutiae
with a glass of half empty
to a flower on a wall
at home in the shadows
that know not black or white
but a world of grey
a spectrum of darkness and light
where pain and patience are relentless adversaries
sucked weary by energy stealers
subtracted to introversion
the depression of footprints
discernible only to those with a skilled eye
who witness the invisible turned visible
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ReplyDeletesmiles.
the last stanza is stellar. some really cool word play in it...the subtracted...the double play on depression...the whole thing is really great...and there is a lot of grey i play as well...a bit of the black and white...
and welcome home...smiles.
I read much of this in myself...especially the beginning. An amazing piece...so moving. I got your note in the mail..thank you so much!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Susie, although sorry you can relate. Glad my note got to you. :)
Deletenow that is a deeply grey portrait ~
ReplyDeleteI never know what is going to come out until I finish a piece. Turned out darker than I imagined.
Deletei love this. wonderful imagery.
ReplyDeleteThanks :)
Deletecoming back from vacation can do this to a person :) … I found "the invisible to visible " rather chilling…
ReplyDeletethis reminded me of when I had an illness a bit ago, I hope you are well.
ReplyDeleteThanks, herniated disc is causing me some pain but doing pretty good otherwise.
Deletewhile reading this i was wondering how it would look if you'd paint it... would make for an interesting painting i bet... hope you're getting some color back into your life soon
ReplyDeleteI admire how you turn the darkness & grey & lack of energy into muses for your writing ~ Ailments can be really depressing but somehow you have managed to used them as your springboard for your arts and writing ~
ReplyDeleteThanks, it's almost as though expressing it takes its power away.
Delete"discernible only to those with a skilled eye who witness the invisible turned visible"- Powerful.
ReplyDeleteThe entire life path- the struggle, the pain and the grey... so well expressed in your words. Every stanza produces a picture, that one can't help but to gawk at... so to understand. :-)
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Thanks Hank, love the 'gawk' expression. I know just what you mean.
Deleteyou have been able to keep the energy stealers at bay...i like this shade of gray that's holding your grit steadfastly....
ReplyDeletegrit, I love that :)
Deletethis is just wonderful....although the reality behind it i know is not. you are always visible, your heart always shines right through all of it, i so admire your pluck and tenacity.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful Kathryn... I can't even put it into words!
ReplyDeleteFantastic writing Kathryn! All my best to you :)
ReplyDeleteVery moving, honest Kathryn. I can certainly relate. I particularly like stanza 3, though monotonous minutiae might be a bit much alliteration. Love the glass half full and the wall flower. You pack so much into those few lines.
ReplyDeleteWowzers, this is a wonderful poem...love toasting with a glass of half empty.....your closing lines are especially powerful.....so well done.
ReplyDeletePowerful, sad, beautiful.
ReplyDelete"with a glass of half empty
ReplyDeleteto a flower on a wall"
That is just damn fine writing.
Agh--I know those footprints--very hard sometimes not to hear their echo--Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteOh, there is such a weight to these words. Who hasn't felt the heaviness of our existence. Perfect.
ReplyDelete..the skilled eye would be able to relate to the deprivation of depression and how it can blindside us, yet we persevere ....the downbeat melancholy I like
ReplyDeletethis is deeply touching...my favorite lines are the glass half empty and the flower on the wall. this is a beautiful and reflective piece!
ReplyDeletestacy lynn mar
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