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poetry
by Michael F. Nyiri
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copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri ElectricPoetry AllThingsMike |
July 5, 2004 : 7:00 a.m. pdt
"Questioning Depression Couplets"
Dost thou walk upright, steady, peaceful, whole?
Or should these wiley snags flush, burbling, down the bowl?Are odes to silence written in a wisp of sadness?
Might hurried glances deign to smite pure gladness?Am I, again, the concrete rock so chipped and sore?
Why is this full foul sadness knocking at my bolted door?For ev'ry life I've touch'd, have I but seemed to quit?
What causes limbs to shaking, this frightful little fit?For look upon the battlements, the fatal berm of consequence.
The ease with which to slip, and fall makes small amount of sense.Yet down fall I, upon the ground, with bleeding, tearful eyes
So out of touch and loveless, not a whim within me prys.Blue, faultless pain, again, again,
No sunshine brightens after rain.What questions can be asked, or answers seek?
When diaphanous deliriums crawl through where sadness sneak.I cannot exist in time, in tide, with will so callow
As days begin with petty pain, and fulsome sorrows fallow.Those same damn questions hamper, guileless, at my soul
Was this the idle circumstance of which the Gods' foretold?Depression lives among my manic searches for the truth,
And wipes complacent solace from my slate as still I sleuth.Dost thou pretend to care, sweet life, ebullient, whole?
Shant I begin to flush these feelings, burbling, down the bowl?No matter how the conscience tries, to eradicate the pall,
I still harbor this empty feeling that I haven't given all,So questioning depression couplets rhyme with pain and loss
For love forgotten, tear stained, sodden, shall my words emboss.Dost thou who read me, realize that words can do so little?
And at my look of sadness at the pain which does so whittle.Carving up my platitudes to life's mistakes are petty
I'll live with questioning depression watching from the jettyOh, that happiness wouldst shine upon my life again
Perhaps those questioning depressions shall but eke without my pen.
copyright 1999-2004 by Michael F. Nyiri
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