well, here I am
I’ve found myself
back in that all too familiar place
stroking the absurdity of my existence
the weeping walls turn
their tears to laughter
as I ignore my better instincts
and pull myself forward
into another day
if I could only recognize
how pathetic my attempts
to make something, worth anything
in the bowels of constant mis-firings
as I take aim at the sun
for one more backhanded
dose of reality
like spitting fire into the wind
I’m never smart enough to take cover
when the tide turns and the emptiness
opens up to swallow me
all over again
As with your words… you make a difference, River – it’s good to know you.
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Thanks, Eric. The same to you.
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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We’ve all been there, time and again. This is a good read!
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Thank you very much.
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Sorry to have been a bit quiet recently, River, I’m stuck into my final assignment for my uni module, and I always have to ban myself from blogging around essay time. Still, not long now. But I saw this and couldn’t resist such a wonderful verse. I love the ‘backhanded dose of reality’. I really know how that feels…
The picture reminds me a bit of our ‘Angel of the North’ giant sculpture over in the UK. Do you know it? Great stuff. 🙂
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No problem, Alli. Best of luck with your studies. Yes, I’ve seen pictures of that sculpture. It looks pretty amazing.
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Thanks River. It is a pretty awesome sculpture, and it’s colossal. I was supposed to be going up to Northumberland on holiday this year so I was going to see it again, but sadly its not meant to be. Still, looking forward to next year up there instead. All the best. 🙂
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Very well penned
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Feeling this. That deep dive deep was always cyclical for me, too, as you said. It’s hard to dodge but we will *always* come out on the other side. You’re not alone. Love and light, ♥ Niki.
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Thanks a lot, Niki.
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I am not smart enough either.
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At least we can find kinship in our lack of smartness.
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For sure.
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I think you make people realize they aren’t the only ones that know the energy of a backhanded dose of reality, what a great line 🙂 great post…
I liked this much, I enjoy your thoughts . Thank You for sharing them
Take Care…You Matter…
Blessings
mary
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you very much.
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Lovely, River.
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Thanks, Bojana.
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I am reminded of times when the claws of depression have sunk in… waking too late in the day, but it feels too early, staring at the ceiling and mulling over *this* again, *this* life and the pointlessness of it all, every misstep, every accusation, every failing… and finding it was better thirty minutes earlier, rolling over, pulling the covers tight against my ear and dozing off again. Oh, like this morning… right. Excellent writing, as always, River. Your words touch my soul and for that I am ever grateful.
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Thanks, Tara. Your words mean a lot to me.
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I’m always happy to read your words, no matter what form they take.
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I think you opened a window for everyone, and looking inside we are grateful for the way you shared your thoughts, its nice to know someone else has the same blue-funk moments.
“one more backhanded dose of reality” is perfect description of “some days”
Thank You for sharing you and your thoughts,
Take Care…You Matter…
blessings
mary
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I appreciate that, Mary. Thank you very much.
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You’re Welcome 🙂
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Flying too close to the sun, is the only to be sometimes and for..some
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I just wanna touch it once. Consequences be damned.
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There is a will there is a way ✊
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I wish I could touch hope and dreams like a play dough and mold it into my hearts desire.
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I think we can. I’m just trying to figure out how.
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Beautiful!
There is a tide in the affairs of men, Which taken at the flood, leads on to fortune. Omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries. On such a full sea are we now afloat. And we must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
William Shakespeare
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Thanks. Bill always said it better.
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Hello River I have Nominated you for The Sunshine Blogger Award. I hope you will take part in this award. It is on my page now.
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Thanks, James. That’s kind of you to include me. Hope you are well.
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You are welcome River. I know you are deserving of this Award. I am doing better today so far.
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like spitting fire into the wind…
Love that. Great poem.
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Thank you so much.
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“stroking the absurdity of my existence”…I feel it!
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Thanks for reading, Ally.
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My pleasure, always, River. 🙂
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Excellent. Filled to just the last scintilla before overflowing with perfectly timed and expressed imagery; makes me feel it in my bones and remember the host of gathered ghosts wavering in the halls of memory.
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Thank you very much.
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This poem makes me think of Existentialism.
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Thanks for reading, Christopher.
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I keep thinking there must be a reason we find ourselves dredging through the same spaces over and over again, something we have missed, something we have yet to see and learn. Maybe we aren’t smart enough. Maybe we are ultimately braver than we realize. Maybe this is all just life. I love this poem, River. These lines are going to stay with me for a long time,
“as I take aim at the sun
for one more backhanded
dose of reality
like spitting fire into the wind
I’m never smart enough to take cover
when the tide turns and the emptiness
opens up to swallow me
all over again
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Thank you very much, Susan.
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You fill the emptiness with beautiful things like this:-)
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Thank you.
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I LOVE THIS… I’m still aiming at the sun…
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Why not, right?
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Brilliant words.
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Thank you.
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Life is so circular. Loved this.
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Thank you very much, Kate.
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Like yr work. I’ve dropped in on yr site a coupla times through the years, as you have to mine.
& I want to thank you,man.
gray
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You are welcome. Thanks for stopping by.
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Wordsmith! I like the new Avatar photo
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Thanks. It’s one of those ‘what the hell is that guy looking at’ photos. Gotta keep up my pretentious persona.
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Another amazing poem… stay safe…
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Thanks, you too.
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Wow! Enjoyed reading.
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Thank you.
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stroking the absurdity of my existence 🙂
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Beautiful. Love your written!!! And Thank you for your support of my work!!!
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Thank you and you’re welcome.
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