This is wonderful. I remember those feelings when I lived in a colder climate. Even with the cold storms I've had lately, it's nice to have sun so the fingertips can warm up.
I had to find this after you mentioned it. I've seen the room in pictures and movies, even read about it and the horrors within. Like MacGreg said, this is a powerful poem. It is also a beautifully chilling tribute to those who's screams are still heard. You truly are a brilliantly gifted writer.
Thank you, Molly Your words perfectly describe it. For years I've had people ask, "Why can't you just be normal?" My boy says I wouldn't be as fun if I was just another normal clone.
What makes someone normal?
Is it those who follow like clones,
Or try to fit a mold?
Maybe it is the unbroken.
Who really decides,
What is normal and who is not?
I happily embrace
Those the world says do not belong.
The broken ones like me,
Who fight their demons every day,
For a chance at a smile.
Medically and socially,
Emotionally too.
Mental health affects all of us.
They say to take your pills,
And it will make you feel normal,
Thank you, AC I've been enjoying the Lyric format, but I think Tanka is my favorite. The reference to the super bloom is since the deserts near me have gotten so much rain this winter, the wild flower blooms are expected to be incredible. As mad as I was getting at the horse for laughing, he decided it was playtime. After falling for the third time in the mud, he came over to nuzzle my face and apologize.
Thanks BB. I know you've been getting a lot of snow this year. I'd kind of like to see that here, but people don't know how to handle water on the roads. Ice or snow would be a disaster
Depression is the house guest who doesn't know it's time to leave. The acquaintance of a friends, ex's roommate who thinks she belongs at every gathering. There is nothing ugly about you my friend. There is a beauty that shines within you and you're loved for who you are.
Work must still be done
As the clouds weep their cold tears
Shoveling, cleaning
It is the price I must pay
For working in the warm sun
*****
Drops of water fall
Forming small streams on the ground
Relentless is rain
And yet each drop is special
As it soaks me to the bone
*****
They seek dry shelter
Finding warmth inside their stalls
But one won't listen
Whinnying for joy again
As I fall in the cold mu
This is another wonderful edition of AAA. As always, its great learning about the fantastic authors here, even that wolf-whatever guy Thanks for putting this together Carlos and letting me be a part of it.
A lot of the poems I read here, as well as the ones I write try to paint a mental imagery. These, at least to me, are putting questions in the head. Questions that people should ask and discuss. Well done and thanks for sharing them
Thanks, Backwoods That's been one of the joys in doing this rewrite is filling in the pieces I missed the first time around. I'm happy with what I originally submitted, but in an effort to keep up with my posting schedule, I see now I sacrificed what the story is now becoming.