the year has taken
much, and left
us hollow.
we count sorrows
on both hands and watch
the cold doors close. i suppose
of all these wayward things,
i miss my
-self the most.
i search the sky for rain
and other groovy ghosts.
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It really is lose ourselves as we are cooped up, quarantined, and masked ! This year has been difficult with losses for many! Great poem De.
Outstanding work, De, And thanks for hosting the cool prompt.
Ah it has taken a lot from us indeed.
Have a good week. Stay Safe
Happy you dropped by to read mine
Much💛love
I feel you, De. I’ve lost different parts of myself… Hard to get back, but y’know at least there’s poetry for comfort. : ‘ ) Beautifully, evocatively penned. Really enjoyed writing to your prompt tonight.
The hollow and the lost self resonate. I like the playful ending you gave your poem.
❤️ Love these words!
Been thinking of you with the fires.
Thanks for the (always) entertaining prompt.😊 I listened to every song with a big smile.
Very thought provoking!
Your poetry gets better and better. There’s such a lot in this, and I like the phrasing—close and suppose. Very well crafted.
I miss myself too. Wonderful internal rhymes.
Lovely, sad. Intriguing thought that we lose parts of our selves by being alone too much. Have to think about this…
Oh my! Yes to all of this. Sadly poignant, but beautifully written.
This past year+ has been like no other.
the expression of the paradox of life we live – sometimes we crave aloneness and solitude and silence – and when it’s forced upon us, for our safety and well-being, for such a prolonged time, we can indeed lose parts of ourselves …. your poem expresses this with such tender heartache, it’s a small capsule, but not a bitter pill, for I feel like this piece speaks of hope for recovery ….
and thanks for hosting a cool groovy prompt 🙂
Thanks for the introspective poem. We are in the same boat, all of us. We can relate, I think. Thanks for giving our thoughts a voice. And yes, thanks for the prompt. You rock. Thanks.
This speaks volumes, I think we have all lost a piece of ourselves over the last year. When will they reappear or are the pieces forever lost in this puzzle of life?
That’s a gift—to turn sadness into smiles with words. No one could keep from smiling at “groovy ghosts.” 🙂
The title is awesome—it reminds me of those very cool, wildly colored paintings of wet trees and people with umbrellas post-/in rain.
Beautifully words De.I will join you in looking for those groovy ghosts.
De, this is one of the most sobering pieces I’ve read describing 2021 / 2020 … it will stick with me for a bit.
Thank you all so much for your kind comments. Hosting the Quadrille is my pleasures, and this poem needed writing. 🙂
Well written De, and I feel you! In February 2020 I was full of energy. Losing weight, pedaling the stationary recumbent bikes at my PT center, feeling great, selling my art at regional juried shows — I was on a wonderful upward swing. Then I lost my 73rd year, and now over half my 74th — so far. I am tired and feeling empty and angry — and the arthritis in my hands is now winning its battle with me. Will I ever get that momentum back. I need something groovy to happen, Great prompth my friend!
Well done, De. The rain always does it for me. Nothing makes me more here and now than rain.
First I do love the title… tying it so well to the closing couplet. Aging means losing more than you wins until you find what you miss.
This could be an ode to the Covid times!
I can so relate, De…sad but true. Going into a second year of loss has really dampened my-self too.
Great, thought-provoking poem.
true, relatable, and clever, De.
❤
David
“we count sorrows
on both hands and watch
the cold doors close.”
Perfect choice for this past and present nightmare we live in.
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