Sunday, May 08, 2011

I have written a lot of poetry in the last 25 years. I was fairly prolific in the 80s and then again in the late 90s and into to 2000 and beyond. Sad to say I lost all my poems I wrote in the 80s. To be able to look at them again would be great, I can even remember some of them sort of , but unfortunately not well enough to reproduce. But then again maybe, they were meant to go the way of the fish with Katrina and never been seen by the world..

The following is a poem I wrote in Novemeber of 2005, just a few months after Katrina. I was living in a motor home waiting for housing and was going a bit mad, to put it lightly. This is a small expression of the place I was at that time. 

Losing It

It creeps in slowly,
almost unnoticed,
wrapping you in numbness.
Then it happens
at once.
The betrayal,
unexpected
bad timing.

The tears come slowly
at first,
then streams like rivers
down your face, your body
wracked in sobs.

You shut tight your eyes
and try to wish it away,
this unwanted visitor of
your
broken mind,
overcome by the gray
film of depression

TLP Nov 2005

Peace :-)

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Such a gray time in our lives... yet so vivid.

Anonymous said...

Such a gray time in our lives... yet so vivid.