Do you know what today is? It’s the celebration of my 100th
blog post! (Okay, maybe it’s not that exciting.)
*throws confetti* *scrambles for chocolate* *runs around
singing opera*
Let’s celebrate!
And now, time for my monthly poem. This one is a bit darker
than usual, unfortunately. But that’s the thing about language. It’s used not
just to communicate the joys in our life but also the sorrows.
The following poem is one of the few that I’ve written that
deals with depression. Some days I struggle with doubt and self-pity, which of
course drives me crazy. Despite my enjoyment of books, there are some days I
don’t want to read. Despite my appreciation for language, there are some days I
don’t want to speak or to write.
Yet somehow, I managed to write the following poem on such a
day.
Pile of Words
I’m buried under
a
pile of words…
Nothing but these words
Words
Words
Words of yesterday,
words of tomorrow,
ones of happiness,
ones of sorrow.
I cannot feel
the
tips
of my fingers
under
this mountain…
I’ve used up my word quota
and
all
that
is
left
is this…
nothingness
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| The Universe at the center of the book pyramid. Photo credit: Valaria Klein |
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| Building the book pyramid. My sister handed me books and kept trying to run off with others while I assembled this mountain. Photo credit: Valaria Klein |
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| The final product! (In full color.) My sis' said it looks more like a cone than a pyramid. Thoughts? |
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Similar posts: Bury Me and Small Talk
Let’s chat! Sorry if I drove you crazy with the poem’s weird
punctuation, but I think it accurately represents a certain level of apathy.
What did you think of the poem? How about the book pyramid? What’s the craziest
thing you’ve done for a good photo/video?
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