on lone poetic voices crying out, depression and eternal sighs

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May 6 by The Running Son

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I just returned from a blog. On it, a poet, a mother, was pouring her heart out as clear-minded and direct as I have seen in a day or two, absolutely lost.

I felt so strongly, of course I commented.  Even left a link to a particular post, which I have done 2 times today without question of whether it was “right” or appropriate. OK, a small question, but questions are dangerous sometimes. Heart-wrenching questions are worked out in poetry every night. Easy to find. Look in the WordPress tag search. Just look up “poetry” or “poem”.

Some kill me inside. They have few or no likes, but way more alarming, no love felt. There are images drawn of talented and responsible people, in beautiful parts of the world, but so full of questions and conflict, being worked out with determination or hopelessness, hopefully toward union, and answers, and feeling better and being able to cook and clean. Or be nice to our children and not take our sadness out on them.

Not easy. I wanted so much to do something. So I did. I entered the blog and the life of this blogger as I can know her, and I read the poem line by line, and felt sadness, but at the same time, I felt community. I wasn’t alone. When she sees the like, I hope she knows, I was there. And I hope the comment gave her a hand-out. Stretched. As genuine as I could make it, to her. Wherever she lives and whoever she is.

No picture of her? No matter. I didn’t care. Because I saw her, or enough of her to know that there is a parallel frequency we have been on each of us, and within that frequency, many separate human emotions from separate people with separate lives, become mutually familiar.

That is to say, a small but priceless union can be made.

Like and comment. It may come back to you a hundred-fold when your next lonely night comes around. And it probably will. For all of us.

Peace and lots of midnight love.

Jim

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8 thoughts on “on lone poetic voices crying out, depression and eternal sighs

  1. H. Ken Abell says:

    You have expressed what everyone has ever suffered from depression hesitates to say — that we just want to be heard, and know that we are not alone. It’s not attention seeking, it’s putting thoughts out into the world and asking “Am I crazy for feeling this way? Please please please somebody tell me I’m not crazy!”
    I know that it means so much to me when someone takes the time to read something I’ve written, and even more so when they give honest feedback, encouragement, or even criticism.
    Thank you so much for reminding me (and us) that it only takes a moment to read someone’s thought and let them know that they have been heard.

    • ksp It is my pleasure. It’s a category of humans that exist for real. I forget. The Internet is unprecedented in giving them access to people and connection when you think about it. And unprecedented in giving us access to them, and when you think about that, our suffering friends aren’t any different than our hurting neighbor. Hell. Access is easier than our neighbor! Got tools. Like a like button and easy commenting. What else could compassion ask for?

      Jim

      🙂 <—-typing this is even harder….

  2. i know what you mean – my most difficult visit was to a couple we know who had lost their only 24 year old child a son – end of their world and hopes – the house was full of his pics each with a lamp under it – there i felt as i would have if god forbid i had lost mine own – as i could never have consoled myself i idnt try consoling them – just shared their loss.

  3. 1WriteWay says:

    I have a love-hate relationship with the Like button. On my positive days, I see the Like button as a nice way for readers to let me know that they liked my post without having to leave a comment. On my negative days, I see the Like button being clicked by bloggers who probably didn’t read my post; rather, they are just trying to get me to come to their blog, i.e., drive “traffic” to their blog. It usually works in that I will jump over to that person’s blog to see what they are about … unless their blog is a purely commercial venture. Then I don’t waste my time.

    I try to be positive for the most part 😉

    • 1Write I hear you. It’s a taboo topic in a lot of ways. My parents were teachers. I’m not. But the inner teacher in me has been pushing. All thru my poems, messages.

      The realities of that I suppose can be fought with the “pay it forward” philosophy if at all. So that’s my one weapon, is to go out and enter the blog. Take the time and listen. It’s hard for busy people with busy lives. Thats Reality.

      But see, I have no life.

      😉 Jim

      • 1WriteWay says:

        Oh, but I think you do have a life, a rather rich one given the depth and expansiveness of your poetry, your writing. Then again, I am a shy, sensitive introvert. I err on the side of being selective with whom (?) I spend my time. I like this small community of fellow bloggers that has gathered around me. It’s warm and cozy and manageable :).
        Namaste,
        Marie

  4. Ward Maxwell says:

    you got the spirit of the blog—thanks for testifying!

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