We read so much here about Bipolar Disorder, the questions, the share posts, some upbeat, some of crisis and some informative. I thought I would share a selection of some of my poems. Oh, you may see the influence of mood in some but they depart from the usual topic and are easy reads. I hope the top of this post is not full of html. Ignore it if it is there.
If you would like to share your poetry, feel free to do so. Poetry and other forms of creative art carry with them a glimpse of the artist, they are inseperable; the actor and act, the music and composer, the poem and bard are all intertwined.
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Desert Refuge
It is dark and desolate;
this arid landscape
flowing from rock and adobe
hiding in slivered shadows
of moonlight glancing off--
precipices. This empty solitude,
desert refuge from the world,
where soft shadows play,
flit in silver light,
like a presence archaic.
The scent of creosote and sparse sage
drifts in as an ancient voice,
painting gentler times
in duet with a coyotes' chorus,
melodic measures of lunar laughter.
Saguaros stand guard below,
arms up in mock surrender
to their random isolation
in likeness to the solitude,
desert refuge, of my mind.
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i see blue
and it pains me too
guess it may be a certain
point of view
it's a melancholic sunset
the surface shimmer on the sea
the color of truth to me
the sad impression
and dread depression
feels blue
inside my veins
often pain is not so true
just mundane
and blue blue
thinking about the dark untrue
those lost to you
it does not matter
what you're going through
you see blackness
i see blue
true blue
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The Noxious Weed
One day's dawn, when mist hovered in the air,
A dewdrop fell on Sapling growing there.
Upon the dim, damp, sparse rainforest floor
He tried his voice and squeaked, "Please I need no more."
From above the canopy came a reply.
"Sorry for the tear, something's made me cry.
I did not mean to wake you, my child dear.
Please listen, for our safety and lives I fear."
"From the edges of the over story
Comes a frightful, rumored allegory,
About a fearless, spreading noxious weed
Which claims the land to meet it's every need."
The sky heard those words whispered on the wind,
With a cloud parting smile, sadly grinned.
"It's true, I've spied its sprawl across the plain
With foul fumes adrift, my clouds cry acid rain."
The sea not calm, beneath all the clamor,
Sprayed verbiage in a wavering stammer,
"The shores not bounds for this weed amoral,
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