Monday, April 13, 2015

Day 13 - depression as companion

Image source: Google

depression as companion

“I closed the box and put it in a closet.
There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.”
― Joan Didion, Where I Was From

she is a silent downpour
receiving me just as eagerly
as my peacoat embraces
the droplets

she is manmade smoke and vapor
rising to mingle with
nature’s respiration

she is the dawn and midday
sketched too heavily
by evening’s graphite

she dances along the glint
of fancy faceted bottles
of spirits designed
to temporarily
mute her density

only for her to pounce
unabated, amid drunken haze
to explicitly confirm
greatest fears and
worst expectations

she provides depth, texture
and the bitterest notes to
self-sketches of
self-loathing

she is enclosed in an
unmarked box, neatly tucked
where no light will find her


but she will not be ignored
***


Yeah, I know, but whaddayawant from me? You try writing a sunnier poem in this Seattle weather! :P


4 comments:

  1. Yes, you sure described this moody mistress accurately~ Well Done

    ReplyDelete
  2. An interesting take on the prompt, and an all too convincing description.

    ReplyDelete
  3. no, she will not be ignored. i felt this one closing in ~

    ReplyDelete
  4. Your title itself expresses so much." she provides depth, texture and the bitterest notes to self-sketches of self-loathing" I know her. A great poem inspired by the quote. Thank you so much for taking part in the challenge.

    ReplyDelete