hERE IS A POEM i AM ESPECIALLY PROUD OF, ENJOY:
"When I'm Blue"
The sun is shining and the rays warm the chill in my heart,
for scant moments.
Impediments to progress are the voices in my mind,
garbled and sinister,
from another plane,
numbing & inane.
When I'm Blue,
I think of you,
and of days long passed,
revisit the wayback,
when things flowed free,
like you & me.
Tensions push high,
I withdraw,
inside,
myriad tenuous fragments of will sustain me,
still.
I haven't succumbed to what they imply,
nearby doubt and an inverted shout,
no rage,
turn the page.
Quality is everything on this spinning orb,
call of the wild,
desirous inklings of Heaven & Earth,
a rebirth,
now is the time to put a foot forward and reclaim a scintilla of joy,
a joy that lies hidden inside,
begging for emergence,
ready to rise.
When I'm Blue I turn up the music and push away the angst,
it's a thankless existence when all goes for naught,
I shoulda,
I will,
I won't
I oughta,
enough,
grasp strong and carry on,
no more tears,
and,
no more beers.
Tiresome treadings and a state of confusion,
perpetually pained,
in anguish at times,
not fair,
headed nowhere
pretend I don't care.
pummel my mind,
a shout in the night,
will I?
Well, I just might.
Embrace now and the days to come,
inspired and smiling,
I will come back,
I'm not lost,
I've just been caught in my mind.
waiting for the chiming voices to disturb the fragile semblance of sanity to which I cling,
is there a way to atone for the fragments of assurance that silence affords,
or whipping up a new rhyme as a therapeutic alternative to taking my life,
way too much implied strife.
Hitchin' on a twilight train,
smoke tendrils swirl in the inky night,
everything will be alright.
(C) David Venturella
6-14-22 11:27 AM