Still, still the waters where still the light glinting like crystal.
Stroke, stroke arm pulling body gliding like the breeze of a continental Mistral.
Shattering, shattering the oar hits the water throwing hope aside all normality scattering.
Shimmering , shimmering ripples spiraling out slowing down and then slowly flattening.
Able, able the boat pushes through the water up stream.
Abiding, abiding slowly moving on ,moving up as in a dream.
Ambling , ambling floating by running your fingers in the water gazing up at the sky.
Aiming, aiming to get to your goal but the oar is slicing at you as you strive for your goal by and by.
Drifting, drifting time ticks away , ticking and tocking as night follows day.
Drowning, drowning sinking through the water, reeds gripping your legs inviting you to stay!
Deeply, deeply it is pulling you down your lungs are exploding as you spin around.
Deftly, deftly time slows to a still you gently float up, basking in the sun until they find you drowned.
I have made this poem acrostic, but acrostic by verse as opposed to by line. I have based it on an idea that Brenda had. I had said that whenever
life appears to be running smoothly someone or something from above sticks its oar in! So Thank you Brenda I hope you like this poem.
Note to all pop over toBrenda‘s page and read some of her wonderful stories and posts.
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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14 thoughts on “SAD”
I cannotunk over to Brenda’s page; it says it’s no there anymore. 😦
“I cannot link over ….”
Sorry about that I have corrected the link 🙂
Sorry about that , please try again I have fixed the link! 😉
I love the style of the poem, the repetition sounds so smooth. The explanation helps to understand the style. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful flowing, rhythmic poem. Take care and have a lovely day.
I am glad you like the style it was a bit of a try out for me… I like it too! 😉
You are so kind!
Awsome can really feel it……
Thank you. xxxxx
Thanks for visiting my blog
Wonderful again, Willow. I can feel the rhythm, the pace, the meaning. Ah yes, someone sticks their oar in!
Yes why does that always happen, just when you think everything is going smoothly. I must go to bed now . Big hugs now XXXXXXXX