Re-emergence
Once more from the breach-
birth out of the depths
Held my breath for hours
for days, weeks
Leaking only a bubble-
burst of word/words
Confined to my throne
on the ocean floor
Or was it a cocoon?
Yes, perhaps, and I
trapped after worms
encased me as I slept
Awaking blind, absorbed
only in the way through
Squirmsliding out of
the fetid chrysalis
Again
© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
For dverse Open Mic and Imaginary Garden with Real Toads’ Open Link Monday. This explains my long absences, and I’m sorry to all who expect more from me. Cannot fight the anti-muse, even in sunny summertime. Peace, Amy
Sharp Little Pencil 
Sara v
Amy, love that “bubble-burst of words” such a great visual–all of it excellent imagery–though sad that you have been locked up by the anti-muse.
Hugs and a breathing apparatus–Sara 🙂
georgeplace2013DebiSwim
“Or was it a cocoon? Yes, perhaps, and I
trapped after worms encased me as I slept”
I think that pretty well sums it up. Hope you’ve broken free, butterfly. Debi
Sharp Little Pencil
Thanks for that mention, Debi. It was my favorite part!! Amy
Steve E
Amy, I thought–how difficult it is for some to get out of bed! while reading this.
Maybe not as much has changed for you, as it did for Rip’s 20 yrs.
Other thought was annual re-emergence of weeds in my back yard. (sigh) How absolutely POETIC I’m sounding, huh?
YOU da poet, I da one what reads an enjoys…and I DO!
And I thank YOU!
Sharp Little Pencil
The Van Winkle reference is apt, Steve, as I do emerge as from a long slumber, and I actually hibernate during depressions, not out of fear or sloth, but out of hating to confront the world when I’m a big freaking drag… Thanks, A
brian miller
we all need those times of cocooning to allow the new growth to happen…so we can fly…smiles..
enthusiasticallydawn
This is awesome. Welcome back…be free! 😉
claudia
i think it was a throne on the ocean floor…smiles.. we all need these times of diving a bit…gathering new strength…
margaret
…and yet, Amy. You write about it! That is what a true poet does.
Mary
So good to see you resurface, Amy. I appreciate your honesty about where you have been.
charliezero1.wordpress.com
You are so honest to the bone. I like this poem of yours.
Great piece. 🙂
Tracy
The descriptions of returning inward and the re emergence. a butterfly is born and flies. thankyou
Misky
Just keep that nose above water. xx
Laurie Kolp
A great metaphor for depression. So glad you found your way out, Amy.
hisfirefly
squirmsliding – I like that
grapeling
suppose it’s good to emerge from a fetid chrysalis, Ameleh. yes, it is.
ed pilolla
re-emergence and re-discovery, life’s a trip. leaking only a bubble-burst of word/words wuz my fav…
http://vivinfrance.wordpress.com
Bravo, Amy: attagirl.
Seb
You deal out pointed questions like a card shark.
Sharp Little Pencil
Ha, I learned to play poker when I was five! Nice one, Seb. Coming your way now…
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
squirmsliding … what a great word describing the sisyphusic (?) effort) to get out and away from the suffocation from the bottom of the sea.
ihatepoetry
Yes, and you picked up that pencil and still brought forth gold. The waiting, the self-observation, the writing always brings me out and past whatever grime the darkness tries to smear all over me. Keep at it, Ameleh
mybeautfulthings
You make the coming up from the depths very clear creating beautiful metaphors on the way. I hope the bettering continues. Peace and love to you too 🙂
Lisa A.Williams
Wonderful Amy! Sometimes a break is good for one’s soul and then how the words flow and in this case, they are beautiful.
Jim
🙂 Most of your poems I can live with you, Amy (i.e. turning of age, block parties, showing your age, et.a.) . This one was harder, I really haven’t been there (exactly). Here I have a hard time knowing when it begain again.
I am glad you wrote the lines, “bubble- burst of word/words” as you were sooo faithful to your writing all the time. You were also so very faithful in your role of pastor’s wife. I love you for a role model, Amy. Like the the surfers say in Hawaii, “Hang tight.”
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Sharp Little Pencil
Jim, thanks as always for a cogent comment. When will it begin again? God only knows, and she ain’t tellin’! With the amount of pills I take to manage this condition, I still fall down the rabbit hole.
Just thank your lucky stars you can’t relate to this one as well as others… because the condition absolutely sucks. No other word for it!! Amy
Jeep Walters
It’s one of the most important poems you’ve written. It gets your feet moving again, even if it’s only side-to-side. We can’t hide from what we do well, Amy. So your hiatus is viewed as nothing but a muse readjustment here. I’ve been there and have OTHER friends who are re-finding their legs. It’s a process. I suspect your voice will “Re-Emerge” stronger than even. The sharplittlepencil just needs to refine her “point”. Bravo for rising above the struggle. From what I’ve read here, it’s what you do! Battle onward!
Sharp Little Pencil
Jeep, WOW. Thanks so much for all the affirmation. And yes, I do believe a function of my depression is recharging my batteries, my muse, my whatever it takes to get me off my ass and DOING. Living. Creating. Your encouragement helps me a great deal.
I appreciate your comments and am now off to your blog. I don’t often comment, but this one deserved a reply. Peace, Amy
Laura Hegfield
a slow return is a fine reawakening Amy… blessings.