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Comfort & solace in the words of another; I love this poem.

This is one of those days where this speaks directly to my heart.

“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Lo and behold! NaPoWriMo Day 14: a brand NEW sonnet –

A Keatsian sonnet to be precise. Well, the rhyme scheme is at least (abcabdcabcdede). Mostly, aside from a couple awkward lines i struggled with (this is pretty much a first draft), it is in iambic pentameter, though i did divide it into four tercets and a couplet….

Suffocating under anxiety
so it seems, such a heavy load to bear;
chest compressed and shoulders bent – try to breathe.

There isn’t in me much of gaiety
for gloom appears to have my soul made lair;
light of sun those shadows rarely does pierce.

Deep, the darkness inside me starts to seethe
and boils up, overcomes sobriety;
so hope dwindles, surmounted by despair.

Midnight descending, my thoughts it ensheathes,
devouring, scouring, cruel and fierce;
overpowered, I’m weak, afraid to fight.

My mind divided, this is but a tierce
within; I’m unsure that there’s room for light.

NOTE: “tierce”, as I’ve used it, is an obsolete word (well, i suppose, more accurately, the definition for it that I’ve used is obsolete) meaning “a third part”.

NaPoWriMo: Day 5! “Arithmetic: A Math Lesson”

My addition always
in reduction seems to end.

Negative joined with its like
can yield naught but subtraction.

Likewise, I become less when
gloom adjoins my thoughts.

From cation to anion, mood
shifts with life’s ebb and flow:

Take flight on positivity’s plumes
and fall to negativity’s snares.

Charged with energy, just to be drained;
despair, the anguished succubus within.

Vibrance turned grey as ash,
evidence of greatest deduction.

NaPoWriMo – Day 2!

Something dark couches,

Lurking in shadows.

Midnight eyes

Drink my pain.

In corners dank and musty

It wallows in filth,

Stirring misery

While bitterness curdles.

Shapeless, hulking,

It hides from the light.

A candle bright with joy 

That sheds hope and 

Forces fear into 

Holes and niches

Til wavering wind 

And faltering flame


Watching for hope to gutter,

Fail, clearing path 

For despair encroaching.