
This Might Be The Most Depressing Thing I’ve Ever Written
For pen. For paper. I fumble the night
to write these stammered words. I grieve
for its loss. Its misuse. This deluded light
that I might write, and pretend to believe
myself poetic. A witless froth at any age,
I know not grammar, my words are away
like disjointed vertebrae. I’m no wise sage
or bookend of knowledge, but today
my pen and my paper fill freewill, true
to clouds, sky, and brief sight that find
lost love in tear-soaked gasps. We two
are scattering our days, yours and mine.
These words hang silvery-white, still
as night’s murmur or a spill of grey hair.
for dVerse Verse Epistle and @Experimentsinfc #APoemADay on Twitter © Misky 2021
15 responses to “This Might Be The Most Depressing Thing Ever Written”
Wonderful!
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😂 totally bonkers IMO!
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Sure, but I love bonkers!
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❤️
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‘my words are away
like disjointed vertebrae.’ – I love them! Keep up the vertebral writing 🙂
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Thanks! I think this one is completely loopy. 😜
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There’s nothing wrong with that!
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Your poetry is definitely the kind of book ends I’d want decorating my space. I always enjoy reading your words.
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Thank you so much!
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You’re very welcome.
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When words don’t form it’s a tragedy… but yours are formed perfectly.
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This is exquisitely drawn! 💝 I admire the introspective feel of the poem, when words don’t form as easily as one wants them to then yes we do despair, but oh! When they do, it’s a feeling like no other. I can’t decide which of your two poems I love the most 😀 thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt. 💝
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Thank you, Sanaa. And thanks for the prompt.
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Where could one find more perfectly formed disconsolate thoughts, and with the irony of refuting themselves? Well done.
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Thanks, Ken.
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