The Unnameable Poem by Lisa Zaran
The Unnameable
drifts in and out of my consciousness
as I take an easy walk through town square,
watching as others toss coins in the fountain,
the wish-want on their faces so clear, I put
down my head and look to the sidewalk,
as each dark toe of my shoe comes forward.
How dangerously we all arrive to that strange
party called depression, with liquid smiles on,
ready to mingle, feeling the room with our eyes,
searching for someone like us, checking
the corners, the shape of dialogues, the dark fracture
under the stairs.
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4/25/2024 7:55:33 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this poem It masterfully describes the sharp contrast between the wishers, the hopeful ones and the one who is giving up. Sometimes we are afraid of our sadness, the media definitely encourage us to be. But somehow each of our lives is a huge mix pot of sad and happy moments. Accepting our feelings and giving real space to them may be a good thing to do. When a little sadness comes our way, allow it in, acknowledge it, experience it and do not get stressed up about it. If we pressure, stress our small sadnesses, they may get stuck on accumulate into a big one. Let the sadness come and go, let the happiness come and go. Balance is a source of peace. Wow, your poem provoked so many thoughts in me. Excellent poem.