Anamnesis

about sadness, solitude and suffering

most never closed

the old door knob clanks

from time to time           

cold nights' splits deepen

in the whitewashed wall

 

rhythmically pressing my front

on the window glass

thick like a nutshell

I'm drawing bitter green prints

in mid winter

 

elastic threads in my heart

are hardly tuning

stretching at once

blowing me from corner to corner

from wall to wall

spread fingers scratching

a final life sign

besides that scream entering the eye ball

in the mirror

 

all the rest is the same deluge of light

upon the ground worms

and the prey birds

the wind uplifts some dust

I feel a deep height sickness

yet I fall

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[ewest1220]

Love the flow and the last two lines were what really stood out the most. I feel a deep height sickness, yet I fall. Really interesting way to tie this one up. Great job!

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Thank you very much !

[Dean Kuch®]

Recalling painful memories always hurts, but their recollection also allows us to heal. I enjoyed the ethereal journey you carried me on, and the style you used was fresh and unique. A wonderful job!

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I truly appreciate your kind review.

[Destinyxi]

I like how you expressed it all, very nice poem, love the flow of it :)

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

my deepest thanks :)

[Sam Gregory]

Flows well and ur vocab is good. The message is there and its beautifully expressed. Good work

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

Many thanks.

[Emily B]

i thought i knew all there was to know about sadness, solitude and suffering

i was wrong

[Cristina Moldoveanu]

I had a period when I wrote like this in 2011, some said it was a better kind of writing, others disliked it...there are always controversies. Thanks Emily.