Thursday, March 7, 2024

Twelve Steps Through Paralytic Existential Depressive Dread




Twelve Steps Through Paralytic Existential Depressive  Dread 


1.         Count up the years spent and the years left to go

                  Reflect on what you have done and what you do not yet know

2.        Feel that little scratchy bump on your back and 

    Wonder if in that innocent persistence lay your final act

3.        Wake from that dream when they’re lowering you and

     Ponder -peace in soft cool earth as your soul flew

4.         Watch the children thin faced and wide eyed silent or screaming 

    Shudder at screens and papers and your impotence beaming

5.        Recall history- bodies swinging from those trees – crematorium – litany 

    Shiver at the same implacable hatred appearing on ceaselessly

6.         Fall back into the arms of your family, the sweet embrace forever lovingly 

            Remember reading poems to still bodies from podiums in chapels with people fuzzy

7.         Sit in stillness and listen to your blood thrum in your ears as on play lows and great highs

    Massage icy fingers on your trembling thighs 

8.        Breathe in to a count and out again in jagged uncertain puff puff after puff 

    Until it is all for heaven's sake enough, enough and enough!  

   Review counting the years spent and the years left to go - 

    Reflect on what you have done and what you do not yet know


9.  See the falling, screaming bodies, of innocents and evil-doers, guns, scythes, knives, lies, pollution, disinterest, genocide, war, failure to protect, rotting limbs of trees and testimony, rising seas and seizures of plague, creatures innocent curling in natural habitats as corporate jaws approach, see the birds fly in a murmuration of  color, watch the snow still sparkle on the highest crest, see the falling, the rising, the killing, the birthing of all creatures in all places on and on and on in brilliant racing images falling one into another piling on another and another and still not quite done -

Know that it shall all end for you and for each and every one 


10. Feel the creepy descent of gray heaviness fall as a curtain on a final act three

11. Worry that that flicker light in the corner of your eye is the final flutter for thee

12. Sit in stillness …lips dry…heart pounding…mind racing through it all .. and just when you feel you cannot take another instant  - just when, just when, just when....

 

                             THEN.....


                            Intone  “Not Now!" 

Say it clearly and firm - step from the chaos, the dark and the gray 

into the hope of the light of life in movement on this a newly dawned day 

 

 

                                   

20 comments:

  1. Whew, Pearl, this was very chilling to read, to say the least. Must have been chilling to write as well.

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    1. Hi Mary .. I went back quickly rhymed it and uplifted it all a bit.

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    2. I still like it a lot, Pearl!!

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  2. Pearl,
    A very detailed journey through nightmarish scenarios. Perhaps the kind of detail found in some films, which are not necessarily my genre...I can realise it best, as visualised in some very old wall paintings I have seen in museums around the world.
    A very vivid account...

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    1. Eileen that was a delicate and delightful way of responding to a pretty horrific spill ... I hope you'll go back and read the re-write. Thank you reading at all!

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  3. Ka-pow! You had me at the title as I am working on a similar poem at the moment - existential dread indeed. So powerful. Number nine says it all. What a world humanity has made. God weeps. Such powerful writing, my friend.

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    1. Hi Sherry.. Okay... that was a major from the gut spill.. I did go back and spend a few minutes rhyming and giving a bit of uplift - as an analyst I can certainly read depression and anxiety even if I am the writer ! :)

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    2. It is impossible to face reality and not understand what we are facing. Thankfully there is still the natural world and our own peaceful lives for solace. But yikes. I fear the coming years will be tough.

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  4. Yes indeed, at some point a person really must simply step way from it all, "be here now" and sit calmy with one's undisturbed core. It seems to me that there has to be a borderline between caring about things going on in the world and being consumed by them.

    Btw, your lovely comment on my poem went to spam, but i found it and it is there on the blog now. Thanks so much for that!

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    1. Oh my goodness .. that was perfectly put "to find a borderline between caring about things and being consumed by them" Brilliant! An perfect mantra!!! for those who feel pushed to choose! Thank you for this and for your lovely poem !

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  5. This is powerful... and true... so many people who have been relentlessly following the wars as they have unfolded, without giving in to "war-fatigue" can relate to this, there is despair and dread, but there is also a moral imperative and somewhere a knowledge that to disconnect is a privilege they don't want to exercise... that light you speak of is so important. Perhaps that light comes from the process itself.

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    1. I like the notion that the light may come from the process itself. Thank you Rajani for a lovely comment.

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  6. What a border of doom poem, every shot/image fired! The "Not now" is an effort well made, a sense that all the finality mentioned in the poem is a stretch beyond the true state of things. It's bad, really bad out there--but not yet irredeemable.

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    1. I enjoyed your interpretation of the "Not Now" thank you very much "Anonymous"

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  7. The poem is like a dark-night storm and all that's associated with it. So chilling. Well done Pearl. I agree with Shay's brilliant comment on the poem. May we all travel into dawn and breathe.

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    1. Aww thank you Sumana ... yes , like a dark-night storm.. that is the feeling. May we all travel into dawn .. and breathe.

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  8. This is a chilling journey, but fascinating as well. To look into the heart sometimes is an experience of deep tragedy and awareness. Well written.

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    1. Much appreciation Alan... I would agree that to look into the heart is an "experience of deep tragedy and awareness" Thank you for that comment - it shimmers with truth.

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  9. Following the riveting journey of your thoughts, emotions, in ever-increasing crescendo to discover hope at the end was so rewarding. Well done.

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  10. Thank you so very much Dora - deeply appreciated your comments ❤️

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