sorrow

Crim... so sorry that you are feeling this sorrow. Much love and hugs for you. Beautifully written and I can feel the emotions/feelings coming across through this piece.

thank you beautiful Eswaller for feeling my sadness that is shrouded in the mist.. I deeply appreciate your kind thoughts..

love Crim

Misery loves company dear friend... you are one of the few here who I know writes with true sorrow, not just an unhappy day that got in the way of a sheltered life. Birds of a feather find comfort in the stinging mist...
Love your dearest Brenda!
JJ

thank you dearest JJ for understanding the sorrow I am speaking of.. yes my friend I know you too have gotten lost in this mist.. you & the other poets here are the sun that sometimes cuts through the grey & I thank you..

love you dear friend..

Brenda

Oh ... cyberhugs my dear sweet poetess. So sorry the glum drops are falling for you. I hope for you, like me, it feels better to trap them in a poem

thank you beautiful Dragonfly yes I do feel better after I release those feelings.. I love the idea of trapping them in a poem :)

love Crim

It's like a blanket, falling over us and muffling any beauty found around us. When the sadness settles in all colors are muted, aren't they? We speak like echoes in a metal box, words falling flat. But your words are beautiful in their expression. And I'm sending you a million warm hugs, tight around you in these sad moments, my lovely Dark Angel. I do so love you...ever your Willow

thank you beautiful Willow what a perfect description of what it feels like when it descends upon us.. I deeply appreciate your thoughts & understanding on this write..

love you lovely one..

love Brenda

"And then it became part of me and I would miss it if it ever left. I am talking about sadness." Jean Rhys. It true, it floats in and out like mist...

thank you dearest Rob for the quote I will take pleasure when my sadness rolls in knowing I am feeling & alive..  take time to embrace my grief.. I cherish your thoughts dear poet..

love Crim

the mist came one day    
& shrouded my sorrows    
   
now i long for the tears    
It has captured    
   
    Very powerful ... I can feel your pain, taste your tears in every word. Pain is tangible, pain is something that can be felt. Limbo however is empty and hollow ... herein lies the true pain.
 
Wish I had a magic wand to pull you out of this darkness

Much love
Wicked

thank you dearest Wicked One you brought rays of sun in with your understanding of this write.. I deeply cherish your thoughts & insights into my feelings.. yes limbo is the most painful place to be..

love Crim

This really made me feel your sorrow. You capture your feelings so well in your writing and I really empathize with you when you write like this, it breaks my heart. Sending you love and light xo

thank you beautiful Star for your love & light I feel its warmth caressing my soul..

love Crim

Its like these two poems you have been writing just for me :-( I loved it although I regret your sorrow :-))

Huge Massive Hugs :-))

thank you dearest David I think only the deepest of souls can feel this kind of sorrow..

love & hugs..

Brenda

"the grey enveloped me    
& recognized me    
as one of its own    
   
my soul reflected    
the pain & ache    
of the limbo    
i found myself in"    

wonderful vision of the bag of pain we carry in a hidden pocket...Plath could write no better

much much love
Jeff

thank you dearest Jeff I am deeply honored & beaming with the Plath comparison :)

love Crim

I think it's the mist that dulls the mind.  We'd be better off with the tears and other honest emotions.  Powerful, sorrowful work about a grey and muffled world.  I have become uncomfortably numb....

thank you dearest Sir Crow I always love your deep insight into my writes..

love Crim

Brenda.. felt this deep within my soul.. you're the greatest poet ever.. love you, forever..






































Dave

aw Dave I love you my brother you honor & humble me.. we are all shining jewels that glow from the soul on this creative journey..

love Brenda

I respect your honest writing. I think you are the reason some keep fighting. When people read they are not alone and find themselves reflecting in your words, it's healing love.
Friends of a feather may flock together. However sorrow is displaced when friends surround you with grace.
Beth

aw beautiful Beth what a loving comment warming my  soul thank you dear one..

love Brenda

Aww Crim, the heaviness of this soul deep pain is deeply felt.
Rest your head on my pillow of hope, doesn’t always brighten the clouded skies but sees me through to another tomorrow.

Such powerful lines, always left in awe of your talent.

Much love sent your way <3

thank you beautiful Sophie for leaving me dreamy thoughts that gifted me smiles :)

love Crim

My love, we have each spent many days lost in the grayness, at times separately and others together...I know writing of it at times is successful in parting the cover hovering above; sometimes not... but I do hope when I hold you tightly and whisper I love you it never fails to break through the darkness, as you have done for me so many, many times. Know I am holding you close to my heart now...

I love you passionately, madly, deeply

yours always & forever
xoxoxox Love Taryn

thank you my love yes the grey does get to us all
& I am so blessed you pull me out of it so often..

I feel your hugs & kisses..

I cherish & love you deeply..

love Brenda

thank you dearest poet i'm blushing you honor me greatly.. i'm beaming  from your comment :)

love Crim

    
"i lost myself      
somewhere in the mist"-     they came in the night,took the clothes off out back by torch light
    
"-the grey enveloped me      
& recognized me      
as one of its own"- enfold the darkness in me ,raised me from the monster i am    
    
"my soul reflected      
the pain & ache      
of the limbo      
i found myself in" -they broke me into pieces , fighting over which one would eat first. there was enough blood for everyone and the eyes they saved for desert.    
    
"i felt my being      
melt & become one      
within this voided place"-like snow cream, they added vanilla extract.in a closed door room the wind blows cold, my skin cried and i knew it was time to go.
    
"i had no voice      
it spoke for me      
with mechanical utterances "- the shadows spoke back, the book slammed shut, and the white chalk pentagram drawn on the wooden floor...  folded in half.
    
"emotions illegal      
they are caught      
& put on display" - like running around the car at stop lights , they cut the tattoos off ,stretched them over embroidery hoops;the numbers were their names    
    
"works of art for the grey      
who covets feelings      
because it has none of it's own"- the canvases seemed to crawl off the walls with baby doll arms and feet, they knew what we were   thinking and headed us off at the exits. i hid in the janitors closet until the screaming stopped. the silence was the scariest part.
    
"beware of this place      
it hungers for you too" - thrones eat kings, mattresses eat their poor.      
    
"the mist came one day      
& shrouded my sorrows"- the mist  broke out the grocery store windows,took what it wanted....but it wanted only the customers and clerks.      
    
"now i long for the tears      
It has captured" -    the cradle turned black, the levy broke , Down came the rain
And washed the spider out


Lovely write Crim.

you curl up around a world
crafted by the cunning like a crime
i'll be your getaway driver
with the power to manipulate time

so...do you like ever write a bad poem? lol

thank you dearest Samuel i'm over the moon with joy you critiqued this poem.. it is one I feel deeply.. I absolutely love the way you interpreted each line.. so darkly brilliant is your vision of this write..

I cherish your thoughts
as the master poet
& writer you are..

you shine light
& new insight
to my on my own thoughts..

you make my days bright
when you bring your sun :)

love Crim