David Kavanagh Poet Rhyme

S:A:D

Fifth season, where nothing happens 
my entire outlook, all but gone 
No winter, summer, fall, or spring 
mother nature’s, totally withdrawn 

Abandoned earth, a withered sky
magnetic field, finally succumbs 
Rotation stagnant, orbit decaying 
and a moon, replaced by the numb

On a rogue planet, drifting alone
across the wilderness of space 
A cinder block, without an ember
caught in, event horizon embrace 

Oh come what may, singularity 
headlong, sideways, no reverse 
Fast tracked, slowly to oblivion 
black holes make sense, if perverse

Folds of time, overlap all around 
smooth and crumple, entwines
In the vortex, I give myself freely 
to infinity, the SAD combines. 


#Seasonal Affected Disorder# = SAD

The Fifth Season Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco 
11/03/22

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Sam Kauffman November 19, 2022 at 12:43 PM David, congratulations on your fine win with this poem about the effects S.A.D.! I have friends who descend into the "fold of time" as the days grow shorter and the light weaker. They truly feel like they are in a dark "vortex of infinity." Your images, as always, are stunning in their originality. So happy for you. Thank you for using your gift to remind us that some around us suffer during the season of darkness. Blessing to you in this season! David Kavanagh November 19, 2022 at 1:12 PM Your comment in contrast to my poem, I find it very uplifting Sam, thank you so much for the kind words of encouragement on my writing, I wrote this one from my own honest experience of SAD, and it came together quite effortlessly, you’re a kindhearted soul, and a blessing for this site, cheers David

Christuraj Alex November 15, 2022 at 3:53 AM Comparison of the fith season to the infinity is great. Congratulations! David Kavanagh November 15, 2022 at 3:59 AM Thank you Chris, in the fifth season SAD, I tend do get enveloped by this infinite black hole growing inside of me, cheers David

Beata Agustin November 15, 2022 at 12:42 AM Congrats! Thanks for sharing this reality... It's my prayer that the Lord will keep on helping you to overcome such with your faith in HIM. God bless you. David Kavanagh November 15, 2022 at 12:53 AM Heya Beata, I do appreciate your kind words, I’m agnostic by choice, but hey I never refuse a prayer, and thank you kindly, you’re in my thoughts too, cheers David

Tania Kitchin November 6, 2022 at 3:55 PM David, a powerful poem, SAD affects many people and there are treatments. Medications as well as therapy light box units that can be purchased on Amazon or most insurances will cover them with medical necessity paperwork from their providers. The days start to get longer in January, not too far off! David Kavanagh November 7, 2022 at 12:33 AM Thank you Tania, and for your kind advice, there are various coping mechanisms available that can help alleviate the symptoms but unfortunately are only a temporary fix, I think at some point in the future I will move to a southern clime for the whole of winter, cheers David

Valsa George November 6, 2022 at 4:02 AM "A cinder block, without an ember.".... Oh, what a way to describe a spirit trapped in the blackhole of gloom and impotence! The stark despair is so powerfully delineated. David, hope it is fictional.... or else try to cheer up, dear friend ! David Kavanagh November 6, 2022 at 4:13 AM I’m afraid not fiction Valsa, creeps up on me every year, I have coping mechanisms, bright led ceiling lights help, and writing dark poems paradoxically can, but not always, thank you so much for your uplifting comment, cheers David

Tom Cunningham November 4, 2022 at 11:51 AM Pull yourself together just does not work, it's a serious condition. I remember reading about somewhere in the far north that has a couple of hours daylight in wintertime, it has one of the highest suicide rates in the world. Tom David Kavanagh November 4, 2022 at 12:30 PM Your so right Tom, in parts of Northern Alaska people opt to leave and head to California and Miami, to escape the lack of sunlight during the winter months, I have a bright LED stretched ceiling in a room, if I feel the darkness getting me down I switch it on high, for a couple of hours, as you can see from my poems it doesn’t always work, or does it, I’m still here, cheers David

Gary Radice November 4, 2022 at 3:13 AM Having worked as a mental health nurse I was astounded by the number of people who suffered with this. Low mood, no energy and lack of sleep can have debilitating consequences on daily life. Also known as Winter Depression, I remember one particular patient telling me that it could be got rid of completely if the government just got rid of November to January from the calendar. Behind his smiles though there was true suffering. Your take on SAD, David, is as brilliant as it is poignant. Cheers - Gary David Kavanagh November 4, 2022 at 3:59 AM Thanks so much Gary, unfortunately the only way to escape winter is to migrate southward, not really an option for me at the moment, but hopefully at some point in the future perhaps, as you said can be quite debilitating, also all consuming, I’m delighted you rate my poem so well, cheers David

Thomas Wells November 4, 2022 at 12:05 AM Every year it hits me, Seasonal Affective Disorder. Your poem conveys it so well as a dynamic dimming place with which we seem to merge. Excellent poem! David Kavanagh November 4, 2022 at 2:06 AM I’m with you Thomas, SAD can creep up on us slowly, then swallow us whole like a black hole, my imagery here is purposely bleak, reflective of the misery felt, thank you so much for stopping by, oh and I wish your newly printed book every success, cheers David

L Milton Hankins November 3, 2022 at 5:02 PM As a sufferer of S.A.D.D., I can relate, David. Thanks for drawing attention to this troublesome condition. David Kavanagh November 4, 2022 at 1:57 AM It is indeed a troublesome condition Milton, at least we have coping mechanisms and in severe cases medication available nowadays, cheers David

Jenna Logan November 3, 2022 at 4:32 PM The season of sad… how mournful that sounds, and yet there is so much ill will and animosity in the world. David Kavanagh November 4, 2022 at 1:53 AM Yeah sad indeed Jenna, Millions of people including myself, suffer varying degrees of SAD, a climatic phenomenon, no doubt world animosity feeds the cycle too, cheers David