Untitled (July 13, 2013)

words that just came to me.

A taint of sadness

Edges my soul

As I sit here

Typing out

Random words.

What

In reality

Passes for my heart

For today.

Maybe

It's a week worth

Of the Goddess's tears

Which soaks all

Within shouting distance

Of me.

Or the sense

Of an emerging depression

Heighten

By the past seven days.

Either way

I feel

Ever so delicate

Like a collector's edition

Ming vase.

Scared

To touch it

That it may break

Under my touch.

Better to observe

Such priceless artifacts

From a safe distance.

Knowing

It will last

Another day.

Reviews

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Either way

I feel

"Ever so delicate

Like a collector's edition

Ming vase."

One's health, temperament, one's whole sense of being is indeed invaluable, and you have ingeniously devised a method to depict how precious and valuable being alive is, far beyond financial terms, your analogy here is very effective, reinforcing how one should take care of one's precious self during times of such fragility. Take special care, my friend.

[therisa]

I am, Sheema. One day a week, I reserve for my mental and physical health, by doing nothing. I find interacting with other people exhausting on all fronts for me. And thank you, very much for your kind and generous words, in your review of this poem.