The Me I Seek to Avoid
My #13 for National Poetry Month
the despair that grows in me
does so quietly
buckling down,
nailing in nails,
wrapped in a kind of permanence
that I hate to think about.
it is seldom seen,
preferring
to send up shoots
in the panicked dreams
of my 3 a.m. self,
that self
whose subconscious seems
best resigned to such things.
it rises,
bilious,
etched in the glass of windows
which only seek the night.
i lay my cheek against its coolness
and wonder, whether
it is the peace that i seek.
it is only a moment.
© 2017 Audrey Howitt
Comments
AUTHORThank you Ksnja and Lori--I appreciate your kind words!
Loved this.
Good words, if a little sad.
Oh, Audrey..this is perfect! I am behind in commenting, and just getting caught up with various hubs and hubbers. April is poetry month; how blessed we are to read and experience your singular, beautiful artistry. Thank you! Happy Easter. :-)
I think many of us relate to these words. A constant longing for some kind of personal identity and freedom, but we don't know exactly how to seek it. Wonderful poem, Audrey!
This is a very effective description of despair, Audrey.
I can relate to "a kind of permanence that I hate to think about." Your expressions are so meaningful.
Although many of us can relate to this feeling, you have put it more beautifully.
You are a perfect example of the incredible talent floating around out there that hardly anyone will ever hear about....you are a superb poet!
Happy Easter my friend!
I, too, have awoken in the middle of the night-great imagery, Audrey!
This is beautiful, truly inspired.
Vivid! Clever! Strong! Powerful! Continue ...
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Very, very good. It invokes that moment in the night when all is not well but we don't know why.
I like the way you go deep into the psyche and invariably come up with a poem that reaches the despair we all have at times...
Beautiful. We have much in common in your words here. Blessings.
Wow!
- AUTHOR
Thank you Mike--I am grateful to poetry--so very grateful to be able to articulate these thoughts and feelings in a way that sometimes resonates with others--
Hi Audrey - Your words flow like tear drops in this piece.
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