Free Verse

Apathy in 40 Words

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Nothing sounds fun. 
Music, reading, even writing
Fill me with apathy:

So much nothing
It has a weight
In my chest and belly,
On my shoulders --

Yet still I live,
Getting older, 
Getting through drudgery,
Until life smiles on me.

This depressing poem is brought to you by 3 prompts: FOWC: Drudgery, MVB: Fun, and Sammi Scribbles’ weekend writing prompt. One thing I’m grateful for: even though nothing sounds fun, I still can write stuff. I also sat down at the piano for 5 or 10 minutes earlier this morning. 

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A Description

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Today’s word for JusJoJan is “seasonal.” That reminds me of Christmas, and I was wondering what to write for it. This morning I gave a late Christmas card to an acquaintance at church. I had written it weeks ago but hadn’t seen her.

Truth be told, I didn’t write much today. Yesterday’s FOWC was “description,” so I tried to use extra imagery in a poem. I wrote this this morning.

At this rectangular wooden table,
Covered with a dark-green tablecloth,
Atop this circular palm-leaf-colored placemat,
I sit writing. Writing in my Irish green notebook,
Hoping that some poems will grow.

Alas, not much germinated, let alone blossomed.

Life’s Orchestra

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The prompt for JusJoJan is “complaint.” Also for MVB: Melody. Depression really is an illness, because I don’t have any real complaints about my life (other than the fact that I can’t yet drive, and it’s going to take me forever to learn well). However, I wrote this poem, thinking about how depression sucks the life out of life. If that makes sense.

All the beauty depression dims, 
Makes me sleep, when I should
Keep my eyes open:
Lack of an attention span
Truncates melodies, where
Once I would listen fully,
Sensing more than discordant 
Harmonies, and appreciating 
All the different instruments 
In life's amazing orchestral piece.
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June 18, 1993

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Foe this prompt, to write a poem using a date as the title. I hope I responded well to the prompt.

 

I'm sorry
I interrupted your Star Trek marathon
With my birth.

We both did --
My brother came first,
11 p.m., and I a whopping
17 minutes later.

You like to joke
That without my brother,
I found your womb 
Much more comfortable --

But that comfort
Almost killed me,
Stuck in the process
Of moving from
Life to new life.

I wonder, 
What it would have been like,
For my brother to be born
A single twin?

A Sea of Grief and Longing

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Just now, I wrote a poem for the Sunday Whirl’s Wordle #581. If it’s nothing but a word salad, it’s because I’m still depressed and very sad and grieving, but here you go. Update: Sharing with DVerse Open Link Live! 

Let one's flame, spilt over the darkness, 
Cause a gap filled with light to be ripped
Into the world, knocking down hopelessness's
Walls -- Let's touch hope for a half-second,
Even with fingers numb with cold, 
Even with the rest of the Earth burning down
To ashes, amidst a sea of grief and longing.

A Blessing: May You Be At Peace

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It’s time for Fandango’s Flashback Friday! This is from November 24, 2016, not exactly this same date on a different year, but I had to share this. I am copying the whole post:

May you be at peace with who you are,
Cease fighting, cease striving, cease firing
Shots preemptively, against authenticity,
May you take yourself into your arms,
Laying down armaments, unloading weapons,
May you find peace, quietness and rest.

I am thankful that I am learning how to do this, how to accept myself and even to embrace the way God made me. It’s a hard battle, but there are plenty of times when I have peace in the midst of it. I hope that you, too, can have peace today.

When I rediscovered that today, I almost felt like crying. Way to go, Jenna from 6 years ago. 🙂