Monday, December 12, 2011

Trapped


Photo by Mostafa Habibi for Tess Kincaid's
Magpie Tales #95



















Buried in memories;
suffocating in the sands of past and present -
trapped. Mired in the sucking undertow
of question and answer,
swirling in a paralyzing rhythm of black tides
that choke me with my own silence.

I see the lifeboat of family, friends, others,
but I cannot call out.
I know no way to reach them;
anchored to their shores,
afloat on the edge;
buried in the future.

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29 comments:

  1. This is perfect ... also appropriate for Poetry Jam this week ....

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  2. Mired in the sucking undertow
    of question and answer

    Yes, we just have to worry all the time, question... I don't think I've come across a "happy" response to this post yet. We are all "brooding" a bit over this Magpie prompt.

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  3. Exceptionally well written to this prompt.

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  4. nice...so sad...to be able to see them but unable to call out to them...love that it was the question and the answer that was the undertow...

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  5. I love the contrast of the beginning with the end...nice...

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  6. Thanks for an excellent, strong poem. I've read it three times. It would be worth reading yet more.

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  7. ....buried in the future...wonderful writing Ann!!

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  8. spinning back through to say happy OLN...smiles.

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  9. paralyzing rhythm of black tides... you capture the mood of this picture so well..

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  10. what a haunting photo and poem, with a feeling of desolation and helplessness... love this: "buried in the future".

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  11. ... so many feel just like these... internally burying pain... nice write

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  12. Excellent. There is something about a sinking human and a empty boat that draws out fine writing.

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  13. Sounds like what happens when depression strikes...to see all the light around you, yet unable to reach out to them. Horrid to think of, but a mood well captured here.

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  14. Fantastic play with darkness of mood and tone. Truly enjoyed! Wonderful word weaving, indeed.

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  15. Truly a different take on the pic. Capturing a saddened mood and even though sad, liked no matter the attempt, just couldn't call out.

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  16. Yes, that sounds like depression's very voice--isolation, smothering, inability to connect, or feeling such. Your poem perfectly suits the picture.

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  17. buried in the future. that is a powerful line. very nice piece!

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  18. I so empathize with this poem-- it is very nicely compressed, conveying how it feels to be stuck in self-isolation-- something I know all too well-- I think it's a kind of hair-shirt I believe I have to wear-- and you've conveyed it beautifully. xxxj

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  19. Well written and captures the mood of the image very well.

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  20. Posting again here. It does sometime seem like the 'lifeboats' of our life are just out of reach, doesn't it? That is the message I now see in your poem.

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  21. This struck me as an essay on depression - very well wrought.

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  22. We all know that sand never sleeps,
    and for you it was processed, deep
    fried, and rendered into fine poetics.
    Nice piece, for its brevity, simplicity,'
    and truth.

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  23. This worked for me on several levels. A little gem of a poem.

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  24. 'suffocating in the sands of past and present' - great line, and like this very much. A good picture of the helpless/hopeless feelings of depression.

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