Diseased

~ Diseased ~

 

 

No one really knows it,

Save for your black feline,

And your own parents, brothers, and stepsisters,

Shun the idea that,

A shadow may crease the folds,

Beneath your eyes ’tween the times,

As those long, black lashes close,

Over the secrets they will hide,

Opting never to view the smudges,

Painted there like a dazzling stain,

From the bare Earth, of God’s sun-kissed land.

 

This is because-

You have a disease.

 

Tight you clutch your animal your best

Friend with a throbbing, pained heart,

For no one understand what swirls

in torrents, within your wild breast,

Maybe your heart is-

Black in its color.

 

No one sees the pain that wills itself-

Past your flitting eyelids,

Only wishing for someone’s sympathy,

But-

The girls observing you-

Swoon, as they flutter even-

 

For your beauty is untrammeled still!

Even as you live with a crutch that lies hidden,

Walking through the heavy gloom so dense,

That you are weighted by its presence,

As though it were a human hand,

That presses your physical body,

Into the folds of the deep Earth,

Never caring and only dreaming that you were-

It’s piece of sustenance,

Some precipitation, perhaps,

To feed a mist?

 

It needs you.

But,

I need you more,

I can no longer say your name,

So filled with pain my reddened lips,

That kissed, perhaps,

Your cheek with passion,

When I was once so young at heart and listless,

And flew beyond the meadows ’neath the sun,

When all my dreams were still so fresh-

 

I miss you so,

And,

Although I walk with my head bowed,

No one will comprehend the notion,

That I am diseased as well,

Like a malady that has grown inside me-

A parasite . . .

 

Just-

Weighted beneath this heavy mist,

As I walk on by,

And although I-

Think of you always,

I too was blessed with an ethereal beauty,

And no one will ever guess at my loss-

Or understand my pain,

Or the notion-

That I, too, am plagued with a disease . . .

Because you are lost.

Author's Note

This poem is imbued with a deep melancholy. If this is not your cup of tea, please do not read it . . .

Reviews

[David Scott]

How could anyone not enjoy this cup of tea?
I think you could label this a poem just as easily as a story.
Ok, you had me empathizing and wondering. Then I felt you were addressing original sin, then cherished sin, then the denial of the Spirit of all goodness.
We are all sick with this disease...
Yet, we all can accept the remedy if we will.
I think I will enjoy your work as this write gave me an appetite to read more.
Good to find you here,
David Scott.

[Foxemerald]

Thank you very much for your kind words. I am glad that this was the flavor of tea that you seem to enjoy, despite its bitter flavor. Not all the tea is bitter, you know. Some of the poems have a taste of honey in them, and are indeed 'remedial' =) Many thanks.

[Androglossia]

They say that true love is stronger than death. I may or may not believe it. But what I believe is that as long as we are alive, all the memories of the ones that got away will live in us. We will find something of thier spirits in each of our kin and children. But until then, we will never know where love ends or if it really ends. This is indeed melancholic but full passion. And best read alound. Thank you for sharing:)

[Foxemerald]

Hi Maryanne,

Yes, one of our most deeply entrenched philosophies is of love, and its ability to work through the ties of pain after death. The truth is not always so necessary to attain, in factual understanding. The idea of love and other philosophies interconnected with deep affection for others is what allows those that are still living to live with strength and courage. We can face challenges after death with a renewed energy, due to what we feel with our beloved. It always exists, and it is comforting to know that the feelings will not die away, but instead live through those that succeed us, for eons to come. No matter what the facts are, in printed words, perhaps, just the feelings that we carry on with us are enough. Thanks so much for your thoughts =)

[dw817]

Always keep your 'disease' on a leash I have found in life. *Grin*

And love can be a bit of an illness at that. Perhaps one of the most misunderstood words in the English vocabulary. You seem to have portrayed it quite accurately. Minju with me it's like the dizzy butterflies in my tummy suddenly turn into bee stings to my heart. ღ

[Foxemerald]

Hey,

I'm sorry for the delay in my response. but your review was quite inspiring. I'm very glad that you appreciated the complex idea about love, and your statement about love as a misunderstood dictionary term engaged me. I think that in this case it is highly appropriate, ha! And a marked analogy- know that my poetry might turn your butterflies to stings indefinitely. Beware of this! But enjoy. Thanks =)

[dw817]

You're welcome ! And no I have never understood love. It's so complex ! I think it was Kelinda who said it best in Star Trek:

Kelinda: This cultural mystique surrounding the biological function, Love.
Kirk: Yes ?
Kelinda: You realize humans are overly preoccupied with the subject.
Kirk: Yes, we do think a great deal about it.
Kelinda: I've done some supplemental reading on it, and, er ...
Kirk: You have a question ?
Kelinda: Yes. I was wondering, would you please apologize to me again ... ?

*he kisses her* :)

[Foxemerald]

Haha. I love this depiction of love, and perhaps it is, after all, the most fitting. We humans are very preoccupied with the subject, are we not? And, yes, they are correct in that apologies often make the best circumstances for love to flourish. (heart- how do you create that symbol? I don't know how to make it)

[dw817]

To make a heart, hold down the ALT key, without letting it go hit the =3= key from your NUMBER KEYPAD, release both. ♥

[Foxemerald]

Thank you. The task was accomplished, as proven below-
♥

[dw817]

There's lotsa other interesting text icons that can't be easily written with just a few keys, I might have to write something about it later, especially since no images are permitted in comments.

[Foxemerald]

That would be a very useful tool to have, actually. I'd appreciate any information that you could put out on the subject of text icons.

[dw817]

OK, I'll put that in the kettle to steep. A new post on how to insert special text icons in your writing. :)

[Foxemerald]

Very useful, thanks =)

[Frieda P]

Wow, where do I begin? This one spoke to me, and I felt it deeply. Diseased is a unique of putting it, a broken heart will certainly feel as such, as though it could kill us in it's very pumping of loss. This was felt to my core, it resonated in my heart also. Such lovely poetry for such dismal & heart rendering thoughts. Going right into my favorites!

[Foxemerald]

Thank you for your deep thoughts on the matter, Frieda. I am so glad that you felt this poem so strongly. It's so gratifying to know that the message was portrayed in the way it was meant to be. It was difficult to write, but the feelings in the poem were poignant.

[Frieda P]

Yes got the message, felt the message, have been there. The pleasure was mine.

[Foxemerald]

. . . but, nevertheless like pleasure for your comments! ;) It's a two way streak here.