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Delta40
08-27-2011, 05:22 PM
At the heart of Depression
lies the petrol filled soda bottle
cloaked in majestic paper brown
inhaled at the bus stop
when the markets close down.
And while clean living folk
wash away their working week filth
with beer and steak,
Depression convulses on the bench,
her brain too fried to stay awake.

MystyrMystyry
08-27-2011, 07:50 PM
Interesting take on the misery Delta - it has a good contrast of the extremes: breezy feeling of moving forward in the working week filth and the lonely existence on the bench

Bravo!

osho
08-28-2011, 01:06 AM
At the heart of Depression
lies the petrol filled soda bottle
cloaked in majestic paper brown
inhaled at the bus stop
when the markets close down.
And while clean living folk
wash away their working week filth
with beer and steak,
Depression convulses on the bench,
her brain too fried to stay awake.

I like this poem and this is the kind I always find moving me. Most poets while painting the dreamy part of life forget the hard realities facing them. They will poster one dimension ignoring some other important dimensions and bitter realties. Man becomes romantic, passionate at times and at the other moment he is so aggrieved and both pains and pleasures balance out him. However the ruinous part of his life remains inertly un-manifest in most poems. Whether in our every day walk of life dealing with people or facing manmade or nature-caused calamitous moments we live with grieves, plenty of them of course.

This poem has deeply touched me since I am exactly in that situation the way you have so marvelously portrayed in your poem.

hallaig
08-28-2011, 03:03 AM
Bleak and sparse. I love it. Might you substitute 'depression' for a person's name? Would give it more immediacy and focus, specially since you use 'her' in the last line

Delta40
08-28-2011, 03:23 AM
I think her namelessness is appropriate as Depression engulfs her and becomes her whole.

Thanks to you both. Osho, I'm glad it touched you.

Bar22do
08-28-2011, 07:09 AM
Love this poem very much, it's so well written and original. But I too think that achieve personification of Depression would require another poem.
Here, adding a name would increase its poignancy, the rest of the poem expressing exactly that: this person embodies misery and depression. You speak about a particular person, don't you.
Kudos for your amazing, effective succinctness.