Threshold

The day dawns grey 

But the cloudy sky is filled with expectations

Deep inhale as raindrops fall 

You come to mind and that always brings a chill 

Perhaps it’s all the unanswered questions

The curse of not knowing 

Your name on the tip of the tongue 

Which is never said aloud 

The cloak of unease drapes heavy and damp 

Now cautious and quiet  

That old lingering weariness 

Creeps forward and tints the landscape 

Those old feelings now wash over this tired body

The question is always the same

Why …

 

Reviews

[Vol]

MCS
I cannot remember the last time I found someone who was not worn out. Even the kids are sleepless these days... The weariness is real and gets realer with age... How old does our species need to get before we say "ENOUGH!" ?
All my immediate family one generation back is dead. My generation is next. I was born in 49, my youngest brother 1n sixty four... In no time at all the Boomers will follow the "Greatest Generation, and memories of Hippiedom will go into storage boxes stored next to the dusty world war two files. We won't be missed because we didn't do anything of importance... Where is our timeless Architecture? Paintings? Sculpture? Philosophy? WE have to open our eyes and get busy before it is too late... If we are remembered for anything it will be that it was us who ushered in the end of Western Civilization, willingly gave up our identiety to an invasion from the east in Europe and sout in the Americas...
Oh... sorry I do go on, don't I?
Vol

[MCS]

Vol, thanks for chiming in. A good venting session really does wonders for the soul. It’s hard not to get worked up when you’re treading water in an ocean of madness.

[Vol]

MCS,
I wrote a paper twenty years ago about the events that lead up to the "Modern Arts," I mean the difference between Renoir and Picasso are stunning. One of the most important factors was the urbanization caused by the Industrial Revolution. In the 1970s, Africa went through the same trauma and there were many studies about the psychological effects of such rapid and dramatic change. What they found was an almost exponential increase in every kind of mental disorder they studied, including those that were purely genetic.
Kind of explains our current state of affairs, don't ya think... We've been crazy for the better part of two centuries. Fortunately, we are all equally mad, so no one notices.
Vol

[Lorry]

Why is the most Unbearable question for most, if not all of us to ask. It saps what little energy we have and as your words so clearly state, takes away even the remotest chance of sunlight from our thoughts.
It is always a sign of foreboding when we can't even mention the persons name aloud... a feeling I have known only too well over the years.
So much so in fact I am having trouble tearing my eyes away from the words you have written here, impressively so.

[MCS]

Lorry, I apologize for the delayed response. I've been away due to some health issues. I truly appreciated your comment. Unfortunately, we’ve all encountered individuals whose only aim is to create chaos.

[Lorry]

Not problem. Hope you're better now.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

There can be so many reasons for that question at the end of the poem.

Almost like an expression to one has taken his or her own life.
It makes others feel weary with questions and hurt. The curse of not knowing why...the curse of feeling a chill at the loss....and a name it hurts to say.
This is so heavy, Mary...But so good...next time I go out into the rain, I will think of this poem.
j.

[MCS]

Jacob, thank you for sharing your thoughts. It's always deeply appreciated. I often struggle with unanswered questions and unresolved threads. I believe that sometimes, silence and ambiguity are all someone has left when the other person says, "I’m done." In a way, it's their only remaining form of expression and last shred of control.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You rally my consciousness with awe every time I read you. Funny thing is, I can never read it just once and walk away.

[MCS]

My dear friend, your kindness always shines through your words, and I truly appreciate you. It’s such a joy when one of my verses resonates with you that connection means the world to me.

[Neha agrawal]

"cloudy sky is filled with expectations/Deep inhale as raindrops fall" Woo those lines. Amazingly portrait.

[MCS]

Neha, thank you so much for your visit and your kind words they; truly meant a lot to me.

[Emunah June.]

I hold a belief that a person can be a season. They are a season of lessons, a season of rejoicing or grief, a season of blessings or brutality. Sure. But they are also a season in a legitimate sense -- they come with their own temperature, their own symptoms of transmutation. My husband is some type of summer -- it brings a blush to my cheeks, a raise in my heat, and I definitely find myself changing what I wear if I know Im gonna see him!

That being said, I think you captured that sentiment beautifully. Someone becomes their own thing and you can get all sorts of heaviness that accompanies it, positive or otherwise. Your words spoke truth and spoke it plain, and sometimes, thats the best way to approach it. Im so thankful for this poem, and hope you continue to write more like it!

[MCS]

Emunah, thank you so much for your visit and your wonderful comment. I wholeheartedly agree that people are like seasons, each radiating unique frequencies of light and energy. Sadly, there are times when we cross paths with those who seem to drain the very atmosphere around them, leaving us with the sense that they've come straight from the ninth circle of hell.