LEST WE ARE FOOLED INTO FORGETTING
The sheer weight of it
leadens my gait
Each breath less caught
Rooted to my roost
My throne of self-indictment
Too groggy to blog
Too depleted to give a damn
Too depressed to feel blessed
© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, where LaTonya Baldwin and I had our collaboration posted HERE, and where the challenge today was to write essentially, write with direct treatment of the subject, in the style of William Carlos Williams. I hope I have fulfilled that prompt, using a subject I know too well, one I would not wish on anyone.
I’ll get past this. I always do. But Lex is at the family reunion, (I opted not to go), with a sick cat, a sore molar, and now with the president rattling war sabres once again (probably the only thing Congress WILL push through this year), this time no doubt to drone the crap out of Syria… well, let’s say I’ve had better days.
Thank God for a call from an old friend and for little Diva, who lays on my stomach and rubs her face against mine. Even when she’s under the weather, she’s such good company. And SHE doesn’t drop bombs, except in the litter box. Amy
August 31, 2013 at 2:49 pm
I’m sorry you are feeling poorly, Amy. Thank you for putting your thoughts into words. Here is a sparse use of words which certainly strikes a chord on an emotional level.
August 31, 2013 at 2:58 pm
Kitties are the greatest, as are all furfriends.
Plz tell me we aren’t about to start another f*cking war.
August 31, 2013 at 3:29 pm
Love to you. I so feel with you about another f***** war, pls not. Love your spare use of words in your poem. 🙂
August 31, 2013 at 4:18 pm
sorry you are in such a rough time right now amy…pray you get your strength back & that we are not once more at war in the very near future…though we have been at war pretty much since we started as a nation…
September 1, 2013 at 8:34 am
happy sunday amy…know i have been here but wanted you to know you are thought of today…
August 31, 2013 at 5:14 pm
That amazing first verse is imagist indeed, I’m not sure about the second, but I like it’s attitude. I’m glad you have a cat with you. I’ll wish you two a hammock in a gentle breeze and no appointments to keep. Holding you in the Light.
August 31, 2013 at 5:15 pm
August 31, 2013 at 5:16 pm
I hope you are feeling better ~ The words are weighed heavy when I read it ~ Happy weekend ~
Inside the Mind of Isadora
August 31, 2013 at 5:35 pm
Blessings and prayers being sent your way for an better day will be there tomorrow.
August 31, 2013 at 5:58 pm
You captured the poet doctor well~ I hope you feel better soon! Yes, life can be a bitter pill sometimes~ Enjoy the comfort of your fur family and do take care
August 31, 2013 at 6:46 pm
always the posturing and leaders in full Johnny Rotten voice: “I did it my way”.
August 31, 2013 at 7:59 pm
Get set, get ready … here it comes ~~ a HUGE bundle of hope, faith and a smidgen of charity thrown in for good measure.
August 31, 2013 at 8:17 pm
Sherry Blue Sky
August 31, 2013 at 8:22 pm
I know, Amy. It is beyond comprehension how bombing people who have just been gassed is going to help anything. And Lord knows what that will unleash. I am trying to stay In Denial just a little while longer.
August 31, 2013 at 10:46 pm
Well, I want you to feel better too. And the war stuff is making me crazy.
Crap, the cat helped take down the shade…
Kay, Alberta, Canada
August 31, 2013 at 11:48 pm
Oh, Amy, I hope you and your dear little Diva both feel better soon. Earlier than soon, if possible.
I know, the threat of war on a distant horizon darkens ours, too. I spent the afternoon alternately trying to understand the Imagists, and sending messages back and forth with Hedge and Izy about Syria.
Kay, Alberta, Canada
August 31, 2013 at 11:49 pm
PS, your poem is perfect. No extraneous verbiage. Love that. Forgot to mention it while sympathizing/empathizing.
September 1, 2013 at 12:44 am
Many hugs and good wishes for you, Amy! We both have to ride out those periodic waves and the valleys are a bummer. May you soon be out of it <— that doesn't sound right, but you know what I mean. And if you have dogs, they will swear those aren't bombs, but chewy goodness Tootsie Rolls!
September 1, 2013 at 8:27 am
You captured depression as it is, Amy. I hope the weight will lift soon. Meanwhile keep the kitty close.
September 1, 2013 at 9:04 am
Hope you and kitty feel better comforting each other. The first stanza has strong Imagist emotion.
Let’s say no to war.
Peace and blessings.
September 1, 2013 at 10:03 am
Feel better, Amy.
September 1, 2013 at 10:48 am
This too shall pass….
September 1, 2013 at 11:30 am
A succinct plea for sanity and better days. Hope that sunshine comes to warm your soul and you feel its comforting touch upon your face.
September 1, 2013 at 12:57 pm
I can certainly understand what you are saying. It won’t last though it may come again. Hang on tight.
September 1, 2013 at 3:15 pm
There is a fine line between depression and the frustration with the collosal effects wrought by apparent human stupidity. (i.e. a United Nations that is composed of nations that are not united and therefore unable to effect peaceful restraint upon heinous actions). Great poem – terrific use of “down-time” … You might enjoy this one of mine from the other day in honor of the 50th anniversary of the March on Washington … http://www.drpkp.com/2013/08/august-vision.html
September 1, 2013 at 6:18 pm
Oh, Amy, I know this feeling all too well. Hang in there, Sister.
September 1, 2013 at 7:57 pm
Hope you feel better soon, Amy. I’ve been there and realize how difficult it is. I feel the same about the whole Syria issue. As I was reading the news this morning, I thought oh no, not this again. What has war ever accomplished? Lovely expression of your feelings, all the best Lisa.
September 1, 2013 at 11:48 pm
There’s too much things moving in the world to bother us. Back home one is best to maintain sanity and live life as required. Nicely Amelita!
September 2, 2013 at 8:21 am
Love the lines, “Each breath less caught/ then captured” but sorry that you’re feeling down Amy. You’re in my thoughts.
Justin Dee Huskey
September 2, 2013 at 9:51 am
Very honest piece here. I love the emotions tied to it. I feel your pain concerning lack of motivation at times. Thank you for sharing.
September 2, 2013 at 9:22 pm
You describe your state perfectly. I, too, am saddened but not surprised about Syria. It’s more of the same crap. Animals are a good antidote to the blahs.
September 9, 2013 at 6:09 pm
You are blessed and you will always feel things… probably too much. I don’t think Congress will approve action taken against Syria… Obama is too non-specific, too tentative a voice FOR getting involved – no outcome, no strategy… I think you and I can breathe easier… but we as a nation MUST be very vigilant on chemical warfare – I can think of far fewer awful ways to die.
I need my sister Toad to feel better, to be spunky, to raise that beautiful voice. 😉
September 20, 2013 at 11:07 am
Amy, kitties can be such a comfort. Congress actually did prevent total craziness from raining down–there are miracles! Though still crazy (Congress). I love William Carlos Williams and I’m sure he would have been proud of your words 🙂