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
- AUTHOR
Thank 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 ...
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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