Poem by: Maij
depression, humor, age, series, clouds, daydream, pessimism, senile
Submitted: December 07, 2011
© Copyright 2016 Maij. All rights reserved.
That's really good. Love the imagery, what a unique way to express a foul mood!
Hey Bob, thanks a bunch for reading! Yeah, I was feeling a bit lackluster this week and I looked up at the clouds all thin and weak (like my mood) and thought "comb over". Weird I know, but that’s how it happened :) I'm real happy you liked it; thank you again for leaving such a nice comment??
well, i'm not senile yet, but i do have those grey moods, where "i see no zest for life" since i've come to booksie, more than any other time in my life, i've been trying to figure myself out, to see what brings me to those moods, and to see what works to bring me out of them, instead of just going with the flow. all so i can write more. yeah, all those images that you depict, they are so close to what i feel. good piece young one.
I hear you Bruce; writing this made me feel better. I look to my writing to figure myself out too in a way; especially in those darker moods. I actually wrote a poem this week after figuring some things out about my self and why I was feeling the way I was, but its just too personal to post; anyone who knows me would know it was all me. I guess writing is just like that sometimes. I really appreciate the comments Bruce; Thanks a ton friend?? I'm really glad you liked :)
Yep, everyone has felt this way at one time or another. I remember one time when I was going through a deep depression, this therapist (I was a teen at the time, and quite imaginative) held up some ink blots and I had to struggle to see a picture in each one. Finally, he came to one and I could see nothing but a blob of black ink on white paper. When I told him I couldn't see anything, he kept pressing me, as if everyone, no matter their mood, should always see something other than a black splotch. Personally, I was offended by it all. Most of the time I can see faces, animals, and so forth in everything around me, whether it's a cloud or a rock or a blob of ink. However, sometimes, when the silver lining seems so far out of reach, it is hard to see anything but what is in front of you.
Wow I can't imagine how you must have felt. But sometimes we just have to face the fact that we won’t always see the wonder of the world and life everyday that were alive. & the last line of your poem is so true; I've been in that state of mind for most of the week but I'm out of it now. Luckily these bouts only last for a season for most people, although some can endure it for a lifetime. Thanks again for the lovely and thoughtful comments Giddy, they always make me feel like I’m not alone??
Haha a coolly written rhapsody. Pathetic comb - haha this is awesome.
I like it, Marty.
Take care :)
Hey Arun, Thanks so much for taking the time to read. I'm glad you got a chuckle out of it; I did intend for it to be a little funny even though he prominent themes are pessimism and depression. Thanks again for the nice comments, I really appreciate you Arun :)
You are such a gem! You turn yuck into beauty. I love your rich poetic style, your a natural!
Thanks for sharing!
Hey Fox :) I'm so glad you liked! There is a surreal kind of beauty in ugliness; you just have to look really hard to see it, lol. I really appreciate your reading and leaving such kind and thoughtful comments??
Oozing with such amazing richness and authenticity to the point it leaves me bereft of words. Seriously, Martine, the grey colour palette you envision the reader with your words is absolutely amazing. The words burst to life and it's kind of like a juxtaposition, really, because there's not really much life in depression, but you capture it so well with rhythm and sight to the point it literally screams to a soul who has been there before. Lovely.
Hey Nik, thanks so much for reading. The juxtaposition you mentioned was what I was going for and I’m really happy you recognized that theme after reading. I always try my best to relate to others with my more personal works and it’s an honor to see that you understand where I'm coming from. Thanks again for the great comments; I really do value and appreciate them :)
wow....what a darkly beautiful piece this is....and emotions are certainly like the weather in our minds and hearts
Hi Moonphish :) Thanks a ton for coming by to read! I'm real happy you liked this poem; I agree that emotions are the weather phases of the mind (fabulous quote by the way :) thanks again for the great comments; I really do appreciate it!
Hmmmm:) This is a grandiloquent poem. Pure Melancholy evoking and lulling. I love the frankness and sincerity expressed. I love above all the writer's willingness to stand out of the crowd even in matters of the soul; especially emotion.
Hey Ekeuhie :) Thanks a bunch for reading and leaving such a kind and thoughtful comment! I'm gad you felt this resonated with you on an emotional level; I do try to connect to my readers :)
lol I don't see any elephants either. The heart searches the clouds, searching for the pictures about which others exclaim, unable to find the basis for their claims.
Hi Argetlam, I'm glad you got a little laugh out of this; it was meant to be funny in a cynical way. Thanks again for reading and leaving such thoughtful comments??
This poem was quite imaginative and yet has a clean sense of reality about it. Your mood of icy and blah is portrayed very well. Very nice piece of poetry there young lady!
Hi Attanasio :) Thansk so much for coming by and giving my work a bit of your time! I really appreciate your nice comments; I always enjoy reading the thoughts of more seasoned writers :)
Ha! I delightful addition to the series. Love the bitter attitude to it; an old man who wishes he was not so. Keep writing dear Maij, and never stop :)
Thanks so much for reading and commenting Faith; I'm glad you got a laugh out of this! I'll do my best to never stop writing and I hope you do the same :)
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