Tapestry in Black


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Tapestry in Black

Now I lay.
Me, down…
to sleep
the startled, interrupted unrest
of the depressed.

Were it simply tears by day,
then hitting pillow come the light of the moon;
this, people would “get.”

The complicated tapestry
woven in shades of black.
The schedules I lack.
The discipline gone slack.
The coat left on the rack.
The never going back.

The pills I must ingest
to calm the manic distressed
and keep myself on track

My folly is my trolley:
What track?
Where?
Was I s’posed to stop there?

Now I lay.
Me, down.
To sleep?
I gaze at the inconstant moon,
wishing I were of silver hewn.

Morpheus, come, please claim
this shattered, fragile frame.

© 2012 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil

For Poets United Think Tank Thursday, Moon

Photo courtesy of miya.tea-nifty.com

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20 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Pearl Ketover Prilik
    Mar 09, 2012 @ 19:58:14

    A wonderful flow to this poem Amer… the last two lines really brought it home. Insert applause here ! :)

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  2. Debbie
    Mar 09, 2012 @ 22:17:35

    The poem is perfect, Amy. If it is what is going on right now . . .that I don’t like for you one bit. love and prayers.

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  3. Average Poet
    Mar 10, 2012 @ 03:37:50

    This is really good, you can feel the frustration and longing, I like the middle section and love the last two lines, outstanding!

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  4. Penny
    Mar 10, 2012 @ 07:01:21

    Such a stark, searing description – its familiarity touches me on so many levels. I really admire your work. penny

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  5. Inside the Mind of Isadora
    Mar 10, 2012 @ 07:21:27

    Intense and deep … each word is sending out
    loud messages. You write from caverns within.
    Awesome ..
    Izzy xoxo

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    • Sharp Little Pencil
      Mar 12, 2012 @ 11:49:39

      “From caverns within…” Love that comment, Izzy. Of course, my caverns are occasionally filled with bats, and that’s when the really harsh poems come out. Not to mention the guano, eeeeew!

      Seriously, lovely comment, and thanks. I’m just feeling snarky, which is good! Love you, Amer

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      • Inside the Mind of Isadora
        Mar 12, 2012 @ 14:37:13

        LOLOL … guano just made me laugh up a storm.
        Snarky is good – I call mine quirky when I’m being funny and silly. We can all use a little silliness sometimes.
        Hugs to you my dear girlfriend ….

  6. whimsygizmo
    Mar 10, 2012 @ 11:09:31

    Oh, Amy. This is gorgeous, and sad. And touching. And melodic. Beautiful, beautiful, my talented friend.

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  7. purplepeninportland
    Mar 10, 2012 @ 17:51:08

    Amy, Beautiful take. those last four lines sent me to the moon!

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    • Sharp Little Pencil
      Mar 12, 2012 @ 11:56:33

      Purple, thank you so much for this. To the moon, Alice, ha ha ha. As I mentioned earlier, the last two lines are actually the last two I wrote, which is rare for me, finishing a poem at the end! Peace, Amy

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  8. ella
    Mar 12, 2012 @ 10:43:30

    I love how your moon showed it’s dark side and allowed us in! I loved how you wrote it, but so hope you aren’t on this dark side now~ ATB xo

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    • Sharp Little Pencil
      Mar 12, 2012 @ 11:58:28

      Ella, thanks for your concern. No, this was based on a two-week depression that lifted in time for the moon prompt! Ironic, no? But that dark side, she lurks, ready to show herself at any time. That’s the life of a manic depressive, I guess, but I’m managing better than some. Peace, Amy

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  9. El Guapo
    Mar 13, 2012 @ 19:37:49

    Strong, touching poem.
    Loved the rhythm of it, especially the speed it gathered, broken up in the last verse.

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  10. Lance
    May 01, 2012 @ 16:51:42

    You know the line in the song Mr Jones by Counting Crows when he says “grey is my favorite color, it feels so symbolic”

    That my anxiety, my mindset, you know? Just gray and later fades to black when I can sleep.

    I had an emotional connection with this at the right moment. Great poets can do that. Thank you for being a great poet.

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