My joy fled,
on the currents of sorrow.
And bathed,
in the madness of my pain.
Chastised and held accountable,
then sentenced for the crime of living.
In dungeons of hell,
I will do my time.
Where my transgressions,
will feed my dementia.
If I’m allowed
another day
I will fill a jar
that hungers
my pain
and sorrow
with the tears
of my yester year.
.
My heart
with a slight murmur
missed a beat
once too often
and is broken.
Like a bottle of fine wine,
that has aged over time,
I will chill my blood.
Until each drop,
runs cold through my veins
and hardens to ice.
For my life has seen
enough agony
and woe
to empty the wells of my eyes
forever,
and numb my heart frozen solid
until my finale breathe.
January 2, 2013 at 5:12 PM
Deliciously chilling! I’m liking your new page layout
January 2, 2013 at 5:29 PM
Thanks on both.
January 2, 2013 at 5:23 PM
If I’m allowed
another day
I will fill a jar
that hungers
my pain
and sorrow
with the tears
of my yester year.
BEAUTUIFUL
so very compelling!
January 2, 2013 at 5:30 PM
Thanks to you Len the new poet master.
January 2, 2013 at 5:38 PM
no that is you!!! I am being blessed for some reason and I am just going with the flow!
January 2, 2013 at 8:47 PM
A lot of times I’m just a vehicle. I don’t know where a lot of words come from.
January 3, 2013 at 12:00 AM
Amen to that.!!
January 2, 2013 at 6:01 PM
Your writing touches me each and every time.
January 2, 2013 at 9:15 PM
Thanks…I had a life of plenty of ups and downs. I’m still trying to find peace in my own life.
January 3, 2013 at 5:22 PM
(((Mega hugs 2 u always)))
January 2, 2013 at 6:21 PM
Very poetic in such a sad way…but beautiful because so many truly feel that way…
January 2, 2013 at 9:18 PM
Thank you. Hopelessness is a painful feeling.
January 2, 2013 at 7:36 PM
You write so well, Kim, deep and beautifully poignant with a haunting sadness
January 2, 2013 at 9:28 PM
Thanks Celestine. I just write what I feel.
January 2, 2013 at 8:45 PM
Kim – Your poetry is always so full of passion, emotion & intensity. And – it is shows how many times we feel or we’ve felt at one point or another in our lives.
January 2, 2013 at 9:33 PM
Thanks Rosy, I just write what I feel.
January 3, 2013 at 3:19 AM
Very thought provoking.I had images of the ‘Count Of Monte Christo’ type of long term cell of solitude; years of solitary. The expression seemed to me to be one of being left alone to rot. It also put me in mind of Rousseau’s ‘Man is born free and everywhere he is chains.’ quote. The poem is brilliantly evocative of the idea of the body as a prison, of the life we live being like a prison; what I loved was that you gave the cell ‘furniture’ in that it wasn’t a stark cell, there were images of food and drink, but these were ‘bitter fruit’, frozen blood wine and jars of tears. Imprisoned you were eating and drinking only your own suffering. There were also resonances of the orthodox version of the life of Jesus, the blood wine and the legendary water from the wound caused by the spear of Longinus, the spear of destiny; in the tears. The which cultural reference of martyrdom and salvation was denied by the freezing of the blood wine; the spoiling of salvation; no way out and no reprieve. You express beautifully the modern human condition of the sensitive and the thoughtful human in a harsh and abrasive physical and emotional world. Yet somewhat paradoxically the positive force of the choice of words and the stoic drive in the pace of the poem didn’t make it tragic or depressing; in spite of the pain and suffering and loneliness there was an undercurrent of strength and resilience. It put me in mind in the end of Mandela’s struggle. Lovely poetry for me to carry through the day in my head, in remembered snippets, giving emotional and ethical grid lines to my thought and actions today. Illuminating, as usual Kim.
January 3, 2013 at 1:14 PM
Wow! Richard you have broken my poem down and gave it so much depth. Funny that you say it wasn’t depressing. I wrote the unedited version of this poem while depressed. I also had another poem that i merged with the depressed potion. I edited yesterday and I was melancholy. Thus the above poem. After reading your comment I had to re-read it. You give me too much credit. But i’m holding my head high. Thank you so much for your comment.
January 3, 2013 at 10:01 PM
This poem reminded me of a song Shirley Bassey sang many years ago…
“Yesterday, the moon was blue, and every crazy day brought something new to do.
I used my magic age as if it were a wand, and never saw the waste and emptiness beyond. The game of love I played with arrogance and pride; and every flame I lit, too quickly, quickly died…”
I loved to listen to her songs; they were so deep and meaningful….
as are your poems, Kim… Well done to you…!
January 7, 2013 at 9:53 AM
Thank you Carolyn. I have to go on YouTube and listen to Shirley Bassey. With the words you wrote I’m sure I’ll love her.
January 7, 2013 at 3:07 PM
Kim, Shirley was one of my most favourite performers as a young girl; I adored listening to her singing, and I had most of her LP’s. Hope you enjoy…!
January 7, 2013 at 3:57 PM
Okay I remember her. My grandmother played her music. I know songs when I hear them but the artist and titles. Well I could blame it on age.
January 7, 2013 at 8:22 PM
I listened to several of her songs a remember her songs. My grandmother use to listen to her.
January 4, 2013 at 4:22 PM
found it really deep and touching… thank you ~
January 7, 2013 at 9:54 AM
No thank you for stopping by to read. I appreciate it.
January 7, 2013 at 11:13 AM
January 6, 2013 at 8:22 AM
Wow…amazing poem, amazing line “to empty the wells of my eyes”….It also conveys a sadness…You play with words very well…
January 6, 2013 at 10:36 AM
Thank you very much Priyash.
April 28, 2013 at 8:01 PM
Yes, I am talking to you, I can feel the pain in this one, been there felt that.
April 30, 2013 at 4:26 PM
May 3, 2013 at 10:06 AM
As for where the words come from… that well that is deep, but often so clear that it can be frightening.
I have been to the bottom – and will not stay…for hope floats.
Thank you for your visits. Alastair and I are having fun. And that is what counts. Cheers.
May 3, 2013 at 9:21 PM
Thanks for reading and commenting. Having fun with someone you get along with is all that does matter. I’m happy for the both of you. hugs.