Pain that rips across my head
Like a bullet in the sky
Other problems are the cause
Answers to which belie
Clearly it’s not straightforward
As a multi-faceted mind plight
The road still being navigated
With no clear end in sight
What does it take, one wonders
To strip me from this shell
I must somehow battle endless angst
And fight my way out of this hell
The tendency to go insane
Is soothed by the sounds of drops of rain
Providing consolatory solace to
The prison in my brain
On an excursion of investigation
To a solution momentous
A dilemma once explored by Freud
My ‘non compos mentis’
Healing, a path
Will take much time
Dealing with each of the root causes
Obstacles, I’m yet to climb
Bearing little room for pauses
Categories:
consolatory, depression, mental health,
Form: Rhyme
I Tried to Unlearn
……. his name , his face, his memory
but each morning they kept resurfacing;
rubber ringed feelings that would not sink
no matter how hard I pushed down.
So I journeyed to places
that had rooted our relationship:
The park where the broad-shouldered oak
unwrapped delicacies of intimate memories
then leaning in much closer
it shared a consolatory shadow.
The river that coiled past
churned up affectionate thoughts
then rippled onwards to twist back
with a scornful smirk that made fun of me.
The café where he teased
about expressoing our shared ideas
and consolidating coffee compatibility.
Then on the butterfly wings of symmetry
our relationship seemed to fly to new heights
but was I another Icarus on a solo flight?
So the past that I had plucked at
offered no signs of warning, no signals of regret;
sadly the present, the here and now,
yields no guidance on how to….. forget.
Ian Souter
Categories:
consolatory, lost love, relationship,
Form: Free verse
I said, “oh, that I had the wings of a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest—
I would flee far away
and stay in the desert; SELAH
I would hurry to my place of shelter,
far from the tempest and storm.”
Psalm 55:6-8 NIV
Often Lord, from life, I want to run and hide.
Glory be, as a consolatory dove, by my side.
Lifting me to heights, unaware, breathing rest.
You place me in the cleft. I weep on your breast.
I have no wings, but you carry me on yours.
When suffering and grief show up, we soar.
Together with my love, hope and faith — Lord.
O how on calvary your blood and tears poured.
1/18/2022
Categories:
consolatory, bible,
Form: Rhyme
You know how a cat is? The way it
opens its eyes, not seeing anything
but looking into spry muscle and bone.
How it blinks slowly---so slow,
eyelids washing the mind
of anything but satisfaction.
It arches its back
& stretches its legs out -
a rubber band of pleasure.
I used to awake like that,
but no more.
This morning, my head is a pumpkin
stuffed with kapok,
a swollen gourd
on a creaking cactus.
The sleek, lissome cat,
who owes me at least
a consolatory lick,
for all I have done for it,
& me with my bad back,
has sloped off
to catch a sparrow for its breakfast
shunning my
expensive canned kitty food.
Categories:
consolatory, poetry,
Form: Blank verse
Yield to the superior force of that warm, friendly welcome.
Surrender to that well-being of consolatory, feel-good territory.
Submit to a complimented treatment of mental repose for the wayworn;
Capitulate to a gentle and melodious retreat secluded in a shiny enchantment
Of porcelain and metal that will infiltrate your innermost courtyard.
Categories:
consolatory, paradise, peace, water,
Form: Prose Poetry