My heart has been despondent as depression-flavored fondant
That is utterly responsive to the mauling heaped upon it.
And keeping up an audit on a toughness non-abundant
Is alarmingly allotted all this drive--but never spawns it.
Dishonor was a topic I would dodge beyond what's proper,
Loss of ardor will not pardon me from feeling cowered posture.
Before, I was empowered, then a coward-cutting lopper
Took the top from off the towering design routine would offer.
The time we had together then could truly build me nothing
For that negative and regnative beheading was so crushing.
Adjustment to our custom of discussion linked with touching
Was surprisingly divisive--like of silence weaponed hushing.
"Depression-flavored fondant" is marvelous, truly. I really get the weight of it there, with just a touch of humor.
ReplyDeleteI felt depressed reading your share..I hope you will find the ardor and zest for loving ~
ReplyDeleteThe juxtaposition of dark emotion and lyrical form rightly convey the sensation of "keeping it all together" despite depression's firm grasp.
ReplyDeleteAs one who wrestles the black dogs all too often, I feel a lot of pain in this poem but underlying all, you seem able to hope - that's worth a lot ... Kim nails it when she talks about the juxtaposition of dark emotion and lyrical form ... exactly - well done.
ReplyDeleteYour mastery of expression is quite wonderful - this poem is lyrical and while the topic is heavy, the way you have written the poem gives it a lightness and a wonderful lilt. Impressive writing!
ReplyDeleteDitto to all the commentators. Last line really brought it home.
ReplyDeletehaunting, well done.
ReplyDeleteIncredible work,
ReplyDeleteHappy Holidays….
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