DocAndersen
fluttering
faster and faster
but we do not move.
Trapped in a fluid
not unlike tar
sticky.
moving
with the speed
of
snails strolling
across a garden
on a Sunday.
There is no amount
of faster
that creates
movement.
beneath
the pale
blue
surface
upon whic
we have no recourse
but to ride.
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This poem was written when I was 28 and having a really hard time. Have you ever felt like nothing was going right?
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Yes
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Very expressive poetry. I also love that photo. My biggest challenge came in August 2017 when my husband suddenly passed away leaving me alone in a large old house. I had to sell the house, and return to my homeland the US carrying my cat Sid through 3 airports. That was worth quite a lot in some of the poetry I wrote afterward.
We should always keep moving and life goes on till we have the motivation to move. “We have no recourse but to ride”. Beautiful lines and image.
your words are also beautiful, thank you so much!
At 28, I was work, work, work and more work. I had 3 siblings in college and all I can think of was earning money. Most of the weekdays, I slept in the office and just go home to the apartment I was renting every Saturday. ?
I remember those days. I was a struggling school teacher. Then, reset, and I was still a struggling school teacher but now alone as well.
I was wondering why all the comments were mentioning about a divorce until I figured out it cannot be Mrs. Barb. Well, what can I say? Sometimes God takes people and things away from us to replace it with someone or something better. That, or to save us from more pain. Marriage always takes two to work.
What you’ve said is very true. It was just not meant to be.
I am so sorry to hear about your divorce. I went through it also but I survived and so will you, even though sometimes you feel you cannot go on… At least you expressed your feelings in words and probably out loud. I do not usually, and keep everything inside. But please Doc do not copy me at all as it might just make you very mean like I am sometimes… It is a very nice poem that you wrote… along with a beautiful graceful Canada geese? picture. Sorry Doc but it sure looks like a Canadian geese that you probably saw when she emigrated south… There I go rambling again…
Thanks, it was hard times, but 30 years ago. I’ve moved on!
Count on the good days to come, do not dwell on yesterday’s troubles.
I did! I met my wonderful wife just two years later. The rest is history!
Wonderful song. I understand you somehow. I became a widow when I was 40 years old. It was very difficult.
first I am sorry for your loss.
I survived as you did. There is much to life after change.
Thank you, Doc. Life suddenly turned upside down. It took a long time for me to get used to a new way of life. It was especially difficult because it happened so suddenly.
I am sorry. I am glad you got to a new normal. I know that getting divorced was hard. I couldn’t imagine losing my wife now.
Well there is a saying, “These things soon pass”
Yes, I have been there, and a week from now hope to have my cast taken off my arm…
Divorce was tough, but when I met my now wife, two years after this poem I was ready for a partner! It helped me grow up a bit!
That would be really hard to go through at least you have a new friend
oh yeah. We’ve been together 29 years and I’ve forgotten what my pain was like, then.
Nothing going right, are you sure that is not my middle name?
I suspect if I were still married to my first wife, I would be beyond crazy. Two years after what I thought was the lowest point in my life, I met the best thing that ever happened to me (My current wife).
Divorce is not pleasant. But they are sometimes a good option. Do you still write poems?
It was hard, but 30 years ago, I managed to move forward with my life!
It’s a great song … it happens to me that I have the feeling that I am on my own … I am unwilling because nothing really happens
I suspect my ex-wife and I were just not meant for each other. My wife (current) is a much better fit as a person!
You know best, my dear friend … I want you many years of happy living together…I was never married, and now I’m not … I just say so – my wife …. I do not even know who this is … I had a very agitated life as far as women are concerned
i can understand. I was lost for many years (30) until I met my wife. She has made everything easier for me.
How do they say? It’s never too late …. it’s important that you are now happy and happy with your wife …. but I do not blame anyone for my actions … I was the greatest culprit myself … I do not even know what I was looking for … in short nobody was good enough for me … I lived as Casanova
That can be a difficult life. But it is the one you choose my friend. You are you, because of the path you walked.
So, for me now, I am glad you walked the path.
Personally, I was not lacking … my wife suffered … you know how if these 300 days of the year are not home … but full of women’s bus … and the opportunity to work with dad …. I confess all my sins and I wear them on the shoulders … I am this guilty …. youth is madness … now I thank God for calm and living a life that every normal person lives
There is no greater gift than releasing yourself from your sins. I am proud of you!
I wholeheartedly thank you for your kind words, dear friend
Did not know about your divorce. I can relate to so many things not going well.
Life is good for you now.
yeah, it was well 30 years ago, A long time has passed.
I should put a flag on the top of these to say “old poetry” but thanks for the support CaroL!
Great wordings, great feeling!
Thank you very much!
nicely written poem…Thank you for sharing
Thanks! Poetry was once a vice I practiced often!
I am glad you got over it. lol. Great poem.
Thanks. I was going through a divorce and frankly it was tough for a year or so.
OH geeze. Poor guy. You got a way better one out of it though. 😉
I am told (by my own mother) that I traded a yugo (she and my father didn’t like my ex much) for a Porsche.
Oh yeah, and she said don’t screw it up!
Ah now, she was correct. Love that, Yugo to Porsche. Grins.