The Gnawing
It’s there in the belly, it sits like a stone,
hard, heavy and dragging them down.
Gnawing in waves, tearing, grating, chewing,
Life imploding, no hope of renewing.
A breaking soul shattered to pieces,
like a mirror smashed by a rock, the light now ceases.
Disintegration.
No going forward, nor even going back.
So continue to clutch that unpredictable track.
It’s over too soon, and yet all seems so far,
Such destinations are never reachable by car.
Blow upon blow, a mind in torture,
The heart rent sore, bent beyond rupture.
And still the Gnawing is there, the closest companion in the darkness.
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A philosophic Aussie writes here at StPA, one who will readily admit to loving Scandinavia. I'm interested in global politics and what drives us to be who we are. Scratch the surface and you'll find a practical Environmentalist with an egalitarian bent, trying to unleash a little creativity via the written word.
Scandinavian culture, literature and traditions are close to my heart, even though I'm Australian. Travel and courteous discussions greatly broaden the mind, so I travel if I can and am always up for a vigorous, respectful discussion. I'm an avid reader, I enjoy photography and craft, particularly traditional art forms. I hope you'll find 'Something to Ponder About,' in my WordPress Community.
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This makes me think of refugees. Hoping you are okay.
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Some very deep thought there. It sounds like quite the struggle going on. It’s a feeling I know too well. Hope you are ok.
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Hi Marlene and many thanks for your comment. It is lovely of you to connect again! You, quite accurately, picked up that there is a struggle going on in the poem and I am sorry that you have been through this sort of angst as it is painful and exhausting. I am okay, (thanks for asking and caring), yet there are times when this poem accurately portrays my inner most feelings. I also intended for it to refer to the deep anguish that others who have PTSD or other mental disorders might feel. Writing can often feels cathartic as for me it can release one’s mind for a short time, from the downward spiralling thoughts that crop up in troubling times.
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Unfortunately it is something that I understand only too well. That’s why I write as well. I’m better at managing my thoughts now but the reaching out in our cryptic way may help others. That’s why I try to be more open than I’m comfortable with. Keep reaching out.
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Keep reaching out. Wise words, Marlene. But then so much of what you say is very wise. I will remember to do this and think of your words when I do.
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Did you write this yourself? it’s beautiful and soulful.
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Yes, they are my words, Ineke. I don’t often write poetry, but it does come easily to me at times. Do you find that poetry is a good method to expunge recurring thoughts?
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You are really good at it. I have never tried poetry, so I can’t say. Do you find that it does?
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Yes. I like the short, clipped words. They challenge you to describe things very succinctly, like cutting right to the main thrust of what you are saying. You and I should start some kind of poetry challenge for new poets. Writing someone once a month on a theme. Let’s do it!
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Ha ha, Sounds good. Now I have to start reading about how to write poetry! Another challange. Are you going to start it say in March?
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Yes we could do that in March. We could link to articles about writing poetry for beginners each time we post? I only ever learnt a few things about rhyme in school. I just write words that sound good in my head. Here is one I did before wuth some other bloggers. https://forestwoodfolkart.wordpress.com/2013/01/02/the-brighter-light-a-kid-adult-poeming-month/
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Wow, looks so easy. I think we should discuss and plan it by email so that I can read and answer in an easier way.(Remember I also have language difficulty to handle)
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Ok. Yes. But you could write in either language or both!! Email is good. Can you see mine on my profile?
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Is it the hotmail one. Thats the one I got from you when you were here.
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Yes that is right. I don’t have your stored anywhere atm. Could you send me a test email to make sure?
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Yes I’ll do it.
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My mind that is running ragged at the moment finds companionship in your lines. x
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Are you feeling okay? This poem is reflective of a worried mind. Keeping busy is one of my coping strategies when my mind goes of on its own tangent. Take care xxx
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Thank you for asking. I have not felt like this in a long time, trying to wrap my head around it. I shall be fine, it is just that I am trying to deal with something I am working on and it is working circles around my head. xx
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There are always problems to overcome and, or circumvent or even escape from, in life. Sometimes life is just like a rollercoaster! You never know what the day brings. Hang in there and I hope you get some clarity soon!
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I appreciate your thought and words. They bring solace. xx
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