Drear Diary

Cherry

By Bee

Mon, 01 Dec 2014
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12 comments
 

Drear grey seeps like a blot through my window
and drizzle weights heavy in the leaf-light branches 
of sobbing trees whose lack of green augments the drone 
of the persistent traffic that rushes into this morning dull. 

Today marks the start of another fast march past time.
Whilst watching the unwritten pages fly out of my diary,
my stubborn pupils read into the blanks, the futility 
of fighting degeneration's insistent momentum. 

And finally on this unhappy anniversary
my swollen brain gives up the ghost as sleep wins 
the half-hearted challenge to stand up and be counted. 
So many years of on and off consciousness, 
occasional gladness with interludes of serenity 
have mixed with the mess of compulsory insanity

to procure a premonition that I'm about to pick up the pace
and be swifted away on this greasy slope - I'm dying out loud, 
but how I'll laugh while I slide, 
and why not - the journey's downhill from here on -
that's got to be easy. 

Certificate 12
Poem

Comments

Submitted by celticman on

time brings out it's own emotions and momentum. Lovely way of showing the gradations. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks CM - and for the cherries!

Bee

Submitted by Tom Brown on

"My swollen brain gives up the ghost as sleep wins" yet how sweet the surrender.

Excellent, I do know how it feels Bee. All the best! Tom Brown

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you Tom.

Best to you, too.

Bee

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

From the good play on words of the title I knew that this was going to be full of angst cleverly expressed and was not disappointed. It speaks not just of a blue day but of an annus horribilis that is the harbinger of a downhill slide whose acceptance is welcomed with a hint of fatalism. Lots of good lines which makes the poem noteworthy.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you, Luigi. That's very kind indeed. 

Bee

Submitted by Jim Archibald on

Relentless, insistent and so well crafted.  Two many great lines to nominate a favourite.  I love the renaissance moment  - the discovery that 'all downhill from here' is a positive thing! 

Franciman

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you so much, Jim, for such encouraging feedback, which is very much appreciated. 

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

I hope this isn't autobiographical, Bee. You seem to have desires to give the victims, and the miserable a voice to articulate their feelings. But here there seem to be lurking chuckles (I'm dying/crying out loud?) Did you mean 'weights' or 'weighs' in the second line? I have  been doing something on a dark, drizzly day, so felt the first verse! Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Glad you recognised some humour about it, Rhiannon. It is kind of autobiographical - another year on the clock, and all that... I did want 'weights' but I'm always open to suggestions, so thanks. Hope you get a sunnier day soon. And thank you for reading.

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

Happy Birthday. I hope you had a better time than the poor lady in the poem. But a very interesting and clever poem it is. I love the drizzle weights and sobbing trees.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Jean. 

Glad you liked my sobbing trees.

Bee