Pluto/Aquarius

they say there's a Creator

that knows the soul

they say prayer is gold

it's silence' call

the bells cast

in silver

toll

the moving finger 

having writ

to wit

to write

we'll get 

on

with it

a soul to sing 

a sorry song

the night is dark 

as the day 

is long

but curious 

this fallow kiln

morning dove 

will rise again

tired phoenix

the room will spin

but slip the noose

shed your skin

change will come

the sun will rise

though morning's come

our tired eyes

Author's Note

Inspired by depression and psychosis...

Reviews

[Neville]

the black dog and those who live in castles in the air .. an interesting perspective on a subject very dear to my heart .. I feel sure I will visit this page again before too long .. Neville

[John Sullivan]

Ahahah, great response. Always a pleasure, and my thanks

[Thomas W Case]

Powerful work John. You capture it well.

[John Sullivan]

Thanks Tom, as always

[Poetic Beauty]

A phoenix that is too tired to rise is sad and a bit disheartening. When the wings are a paler shade of red and the fire is cooling in those feathers.

The world is hard some days and the mind can often play tricks on someone. It is extremely hard to navigate when feeling void and the brain saying and showing things that aren’t true.

[Lorry]

The eyes may get blearier and the mirror ever so slightly out of focus, but those days just keep on rolling into one another, don't they?
I shocked myself into a stupour recently when I had to write the date and had to think what year it was! Not getting the day, or even the month wrong, but the year!
And yes, I've just remembered it's the weekend too! 😃

[Chris Shaw]

morning dove will rise again

shed the skin

Those two lines in particular speak to me about struggling with depression and psychosis. I have a close relative whose life is blighted by both. The psychosis is particularly nasty. It is so very unkind on the mind. The final stanza is one of hope. Thank you John for ending with a positive.

Chris

[Ken e Bujold]

the cadence of this new work is damn hypnotic John. And the moving finger verse is incredible. Alliteration, sly shifts of senses, driving descent to the heart of an image. Truly enjoyed my visit.

ken