Depressions Poem by Phil Mason
Depressions
Depression
A grey day
No sun breaks the sky.
The cold slaps at the lungs with each breath drawn.
Ripples of pain shoot through his back,
spreading in the concentric circles
as a pebble is thrown into a pond.
Left to wonder if it's the advancing cancer in
a failing 73 year old body,
or the two-hundred pounds of firewood
hauled in each day to feed the wood stove and
warm the quiet and silence of a forest hut.
Depressions weigh heavily on a broken heart.
An unexpected love found with its
beginnings, complications and endings
as painful as any physical wound
maybe even more so.
No opioid can lessen its pain.
Its concentric circles of emotion ripple out
through the soul
in an ever widening arc of sadness
all the way to the fingertips.
No solution, solitude or warm sun to lessen either pain.
Nothing to do except endure,
and wonder what the night will bring.
There are no answers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 5:23:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I was so enraptured by this piece, it is such an effective, efficient work of art, that I quickly skimmed through some of your other pieces. I see that your writing appears to be quite autobiographical. So now I am torn. I wanted to comment just on the sheer audacious aesthetic achievement of this piece, but now I also want to extend my hand with warmest wishes for your personal well-being. I am seldom so moved by confessional poems, but this is so exquisitely sculpted, so expressive without being maudlin or self-pitying. It balances on a razor's edge with finesse and skill. Phil, I commend you as a poet. I wish you strength and comfort as a human. And I thank you for service as a warrior. Impressive in all ways.
WOW! ! Much thanks for your kind words, much appreciated. And, for sure, pretty confessional....Seamus Heaney once noted that good, poetry comes from pain...obviously I have a lot of flies buzzing around me at the moment...but well, that's life isn't it. I have no real experience with poetry, but I've found as I slog through these events it has given me a pretty good channel to vent. So I'm actually having a good time with it all as I careen road. Again, thanks for your very kind words!