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Depression Ii

DEPRESSION II In the park Sitting where we sat In the summer house Only half hearing Those last two words “Someone else” Staring off The blank feeling Aware only Of a heavy emptiness On top of my shoulders The sky overhead So blue The day So bright So very warm But not a bead On this dead brow If this were a scene From some movie There would be music In minor key An English horn Cello Dirty sax Without expression Droning on In the distance A phone booth Just the image Stirs slightly And Something tries To rise But Over the weeks I’ve become…ummm, Comfortable My vacant world…mmm, Comfortable Oh, please Don’t disturb The lost

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 5/30/2012 2:49:00 PM
Oh Daver, I can hear the music! It fits in so well with your verse. I was feeling vacant this afternoon, then went to feed two geese. One feeling it had had enough swam into the middle of the small bay, the other is still out there near the boardwalk. It wasn't hungry any more, it was only needing company.:) I wonder if it was feeling depressed? Even the fish couldn't make it paddle off. It dipped its head into the water to make the annoying fish leave it be. I'll write to you. Love, Mikki
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Date: 4/11/2011 8:20:00 PM
loved this one will go on to read next one, such a creative piece.
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Date: 3/31/2011 2:33:00 PM
enjoyed reading your work as always. thanks for sharing!!
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Date: 3/28/2011 8:41:00 PM
Depression must be rather awful Dave .. your lines express the deep emotional feelings so aptly written my friend.. guess depression creates a lost sense of being .. enjoyed your creativity my friend..luv..
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Date: 3/26/2011 9:26:00 PM
the part where you describe the scene as if it were music, it's so interesting, Daver. boy,comfortable in your vacant world, that is kind of profound!
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Date: 3/26/2011 4:19:00 PM
My dear friend, Dave. You were born to write. This plays in front of me like real life. Visually, and emotionally. YOU HAVE A MAGNIFICENT GIFT! Love, Lainie.
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Date: 3/26/2011 10:57:00 AM
The English horn does have a melancholy sound to it, Daver, and sometimes when I feel down, I don't want to be disturbed. It's sad to think we become "comfortable" with our "vacant world," but it really is true. Excellent poem, my friend. Love, Carolyn (People are having problems logging in on the site. Ads are popping up and covering the login box. Admin has been notified. Hope you didn't encounter this problem too.)
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Date: 3/26/2011 10:54:00 AM
You got me viewing this like a movie, Dave :) this was so vivid for me & yes, one can definitely settle in nicely into that "comfort zone" I think I've been there too-- & whew! I'm glad that you beat depression & that you can even joke about it-- thanks for passing by my writes- I guess I get bits & pieces of my life & sometimes exaggerate it a bit but you're right, time does hold answers, & hopefully I get to see them soon... yup imagination is always reliable, thank God for it :) hugs
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