depression

depression

treading through the greys —
thick like honey to slow my movements —
          pushing
                    stretching
                              reaching . . .
                                        the rainbow watercolors
                                                  of Springtime pastels
                                                            almost within my grasp . . .
till I topple underneath my own penchant for comfort

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This was written for the Trifecta Weekend Writing Challenge #68 – a 33-word piece that uses three of the following words: topple, paradigm, underneath, nerve, honey, loop

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28 responses to this post.

  1. Oh how I wish I didn’t understand this poem so well. ~Hugs~

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  2. Yes. I believe you’ve described it perfectly.

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  3. An emotional read! Thanks for sharing. I will follow your blog and return to read more, for sure.

    I have a new writing blog that I created after self-publishing my first novel for the Kindle. Please check it out and share your writing experiences with me!
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    -G.D.

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  4. I liked moving from the grays to the colors. I hate anyone has to suffer depression.

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  5. Posted by Draug419 on May 18, 2013 at 12:27 pm

    I hate how happiness is always so tantalizingly out of reach in the worst times ): Great description of a bad feeling.

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  6. Posted by Thomas Marlowe on May 18, 2013 at 12:38 pm

    Your imagery is sublime – Here’s to the days of rainbow colours and surprising joy.

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  7. Posted by christi74 on May 18, 2013 at 1:29 pm

    Really good description. And I love the name of your blog!

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  8. so hard to get out of that web – good description.

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  9. Posted by KymmInBarcelona on May 18, 2013 at 4:51 pm

    Those rainbow pastels always just out of reach. Gotta keep reaching, tho!

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  10. Wonderful descriptions. That last line struck me because it is so easy to seek comfort, but that comfort is what keeps us from reaching the colors.

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  11. What a perfect depiction.

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  12. Beautiful lines-“the rainbow watercolors
    of Springtime pastels
    almost within my grasp . . .”\
    True,how what we aspire for always seems that way.

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  13. Well written and touchingly sad. Keep reaching for the rainbow watercolors.

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  14. Love your use of words in your poetry Dayle! Always so good.

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