Here, she is drowning,
pulled under unseen currents.
Cold windows close her
with darkened panes.
If glass were truly liquid,
it might pool against her breath.
Here is where she is frozen.
If only stars could drop
to comfort the ground,
call themselves cold.
The days of mostly night
descend over tight silence.
She walks through rooms
of dried promises, occasional cobwebs,
the residual wave of hard words.
Each small step might lead
to catastrophe or merely a sigh,
the rare strength of relief.
She cannot name the sob she swallows
here in this house without heat,
or she would ask how to get out,
what it would take to feel warm.
Thanks for dropping in on my space…it seems to be possessed these days…weird stuff I can\’t figure out.
Anyway, yeah, St. Aug is one of my very fave cities in FL; the youngsters and I are headed there in July.
Have a terrific remainder of the week.
hello! I haven\’t said hi for a long time so I thought I might drop by. Love the poem! I can definitely relate. By the way, today is my birthday! I know…6-6-6…fun….lol….
well, I think you are awesome!
You know, I often find that poems are mostly to do with two kinds of human emotions. If it isn\’t about Love, it is about Pain. I guess these are the two emotions that really take a hold of our lives for long periods of time, in comparison to say, an emotion such as \’anger\’.
The person in your poem is going through a period that we can all do without. She\’s almost going through deep depression. \’Pulled under by unseen currents and if glass were liquid, could pool against her breath\’…….that\’s really pretty deep in the pits.
The natural ability to stay happy varies among different people. I read somewhere that some people never get depressed, even when put under immense hardships, while others can get depressed even while they are in Disney Land.
But the good news is that by and large, all can learn to be happy and stay clear of \’unseen currents and darkness\’ by changing the way the approach their lives.
Thank you for all your comments Jorge. I do apologize for the delay inbetween my visits. I do look forward to your visits and I do appreciate your nice comments.
Take care and have a great day,
Interesting poem… one of which I could say I can relate to – in the past.
Poety.. is indeed a romantic yet dramatic and fragmented method to looking at life and all her experiences.
Interesting poem indeed.
why, it\’s so sad.
Jorge, Very moving and well written poetry. The texture of the words blend masterfully with the images. As ever be well. Stephen
I am a new follower to your space. I enjoy reading your entries and this one is not an exception. This is a very touching poetry.
Wow. "She cannot name the sob she swallows." Wow. That is so powerful.
I hope you\’re doing great. After some quiet time with God, I am. I am always so amazed at how much better I feel after I get "centered!"
Take care, friend.
I am going to come back tomorrow and respond to this most beautfully wriiten poem….You never cease to amaze me with your talents.
Thank you, Jorge.
Until next time..Keep Smiling.
Man \’sliding doors\’!!! You watched it too? I thought I was the only sod who\’d seen that movie. I saw it around six years ago, but it left an everlasting impression on me!! I never stopped thinking about the implications of the simplest of incidents, such as taking or missing the train!
You rock Jorge!!! 😀
Darling Jorge……the first days I was on space here… you did me a favor with helping talk to the young distraught lady… and guess what we have stayed friends all this time, and she has asked me to come to Pakistan to be in her wedding and is making me a dress and everything… I am so excited she is graduating december from Art academey with her degrees and she will move to London.. so then my other friend insists I come to Mumbai , India to stay with her also and says will get me cheap tickets… this will all happen end of February. But, I thought you should know the girl you wrote to and (she always remembers you kind helping words) is doing fine and life is good. Love Linda
Hello, this is Fénix, I arrived here from Stephen page… I like very much your photos, above all the photos of the Elk bay…. sorry if I writte wrong… but my English Language is very poor.
Have a great day
Good Day Jorge,
As promised I am back to comment on the Poem.
Being one that has witnessed first hand what depression can do to an individual, I am here to say, that this poem, speaks Volume. Noone just says"hey today I think I will be depressed". It is , as most are aware, a chemical imbalance in the brain. Not all succomb to such a deep, dark, pit. But for those who do, I can totally relate to this poem.
Your words, are..powerful. Your words are, heartfelt. Your words, are so exemptions of the utmost hell one should never have to endure.
Thank you Jorge, for your wisdom, your thoughts, your way of communicating through Poetry. But most of all, I thank you for the privilege of saying you are my friend.
Until next time..Keep Smiling.
For me, this poem is a representation of someone who is "paying-off".
I have learned over the years that all feelings can be exciting and interesting, depending on your knowledge of how human nature operates and if you have to will to do something with the information you are able to obtain about yourself.
Some people become terribly afraid if they feel depressed. They think something is wrong with themselves. Then the depression turns into a physical manifestation and they show up at your office.
Depression is a "pay-off" to the Diabolical Subconscious Humilliator. The D.S.H. accuses you of a "crime" so you self-inflict the punishment. If you are accused…maybe there is some truth in the accusation, but it is not necessary to pay-off. Accepting the information and studying the origins of such behavior would have us coming out smelling like a rose. Have you ever noticed how most peopler respond to the slightest criticism, even if it is done constructively? Usually they tense up and become defensive. They fight against it instead of calmly accepting the information. If it is useful…great! If it is not useful…throw it out. Easy as pie!
But human beings sure do have a way of making a mess out of the slightest, little, insignificant things. As long as they do, you can be assured that you will have a huge clientel.
This is a great poem. One I can certainly relate to. Thanks for posting it.
I\’m sorry I haven\’t been by lately. I don\’t know why I haven\’t been up to doing blog walks. Please don\’t take it as neglecting my favorite places. You and a few others are in my thoughts. Hope you are well.
I put a link from my space, If you don\’t like, say me and I delete it.
Have a great day.
Hello this is Fénix again:
Where are you from??? If you don´t mind of course, it is to put it at side of the link
Wonderful poem, Jorge. …walks through rooms of dried promises… In a former life, yes.
What sadness in my heart!!! I hope she was able to open windows for filling her soul of light and that a soft breeze removes the cobwebs and dried promises.
It\’s very sad and very beautiful too.
Have a nice weekend
Looking at your pic portfolio. Stunning scenery. a part of the world i have not been, but would like to go. Thank you! L.
Coming by to see ya. I hope that you\’re having a great weekend. I don\’t think I could be any lazier today if I tried! 🙂
Thank you for the poetry. It is always a pleasant surprise to come here and find thought-provoking poetry.