grabs me by my big toe
pulls me down slowslowslow
slithers me off the easy chair
through rug’s woolen sheepish hair
cannot fight this downward pass
eyes are foggy ruby glass
cried so long they’re swollen large
gremlindeep is now in charge
© 2014 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Depression does have a face, and not only the one you see in the mirror. It has claws and a gravity surpassing that of earth. Peace, Amy
March 17, 2014 at 8:14 pm
So sorry to hear the gremlin has returned. I am so glad you are writing. Gremlins such as the one who visits you and me don’t like poetry. In fact they would prefer if we remain silent. I hope that you emerge soon. my love to you.
March 17, 2014 at 8:23 pm
Ah Amy–I know this gremlin well. Keep writing it helps to banish him! Hugs to you
March 17, 2014 at 8:24 pm
Hi Amy, this is such a beautiful poem that touches the bottom of a very relatable subject to me. I’m glad to have come here and read this, there is a Brazilian poet, Carlos Drummond de Andrade who was once asked about why writing was magical to him and he said that it was because he thought it was very meaningful for the reader to discover from reading a poem that he is not alone, that his feelings are shared with other people and that when they are poets, they are offered a perspective.
It was right last night I went to bed crying my eyes out myself and woke up wearing depression face and had to hide it with make up. I see you.
Here’s a mantra to lighten up your path. https://soundcloud.com/casacombr/04-gategate-verb-silvia (lyrics: gate gate paragate parasamgate boddhi swaha)
Thanks for your visit and lovely comment on my blog. I really liked it here and promise to come back to check on you.
Sharp Little Pencil
April 12, 2014 at 6:10 pm
Kenia, thanks so much for the link. I’ll check it; I also went to your site and found that GORgeous melange of sexy guys beginning with B Cumberbatch reading POETRY. I’m out of gremlin’s lair now, but future poems will give you an idea of where I’ve been…
March 17, 2014 at 8:44 pm
Oh, Amy. I pray this gremlin isn’t visiting right now. I have met him, and know you know him well. Prayers to you, my talented friend.
Sherry Blue Sky
March 17, 2014 at 9:36 pm
Oh I wish that gremlin would go away! Am thankful you are writing, anyway! Sending you a hug, my friend……..better days will come, and soon.
March 17, 2014 at 10:16 pm
i hope that this gremlin is just passing if it has come a calling…hugs to you….remember you are loved…and are worthy…and dont let his whispers tell you otherwise…
March 18, 2014 at 2:40 am
Keep writing great poems like this – it will have no option but to slink off tail between legs – love and hugs to you, Amy xx
March 18, 2014 at 4:08 am
Gremlins are there to spoil the fun! Just keep a safe distance. That will take of things.As long as one continues to write Gremlins in our lives will just fade away . It will not offer resistance.Wonderful write Amelita!
March 18, 2014 at 4:14 am
The gremlin may be around, but your poetry is as powerful as ever. Take the tablets and know that you are loved.
March 18, 2014 at 7:07 am
I love you always. K ❤️
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March 18, 2014 at 7:57 am
You manage to retrieve such beauty and insight from the realm of the gremlins. Be well, Amy.
March 18, 2014 at 9:54 am
You description turns the abstract label into something very real and frightening.
March 18, 2014 at 11:09 am
This is a brilliant description of that horrible something that I know so well.
March 18, 2014 at 12:08 pm
I hope writing poetry helps you shake the gremlin off.
March 18, 2014 at 2:54 pm
Sorry to hear about the gremlin invasion. As always you pick the perfect words to give your reader a emotional reality check. Hope that the gremlins are gone soon. Peace and loving hugs
March 18, 2014 at 6:29 pm
I have wrestled with this gremlin, too. Unfortunately, I think it makes my poetry better. When it is around, I have something to say. What a sad fact. I’m better as a ragdoll. That’s what I see when I look in the mirror during a visit from it.
TMI. Sorry, but I read Kenia Cris’s comment and know she’s right. I recognized myself in this.
If it’s any consolation, your writing is GOOD! 🙂
March 18, 2014 at 10:05 pm
Keep writing – keep facing it and giving it a name. You help not only yourself but so many others that don’t have your strength. Yes. I said you are strong!
March 20, 2014 at 5:23 am
If you can rhyme so well, you are half-way there. Very clever – ouch–I find engagement with my work helps with the lift, but so hard. Thanks. k.
March 24, 2014 at 10:51 am
This is gripping poetry .. an honest, brutally so, description of what living ‘gremlindeep’ is like. Take care, Amy.
Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
March 25, 2014 at 3:12 pm
So tough to have to deal with this Amy.. How well you capture that image.. especially that last stanza… very good.