Day four: Depression

Today two in one: this poem is for NaPoWriMo like every day in April plus for A and I Poetry Challenge. Let’s see what they ask for.

Challenge 4: “Write a poem that is about something abstract … but which discusses or describes that abstraction in the form of relentlessly concrete nouns. Adjectives are fine too!” As you can see, they are getting very precise. And personal!

A and I Poetry Challenge: “Write a poem that begins with the last thing you can remember someone saying to you yesterday.” I should repeat it two or three times but once was enough. Thank you.

Boulevard of Broken Bathrooms

How hard is it
to see life as a shaft
full of crocodiles
with their mouths wide open?

“The bathroom is broken again,”
amid cussing.
Choosing anger over sadness
because it gives you tools to work with.
You throw the tools
into the mouths of crocodiles
one by one
until they choke.
You are a toolman.

Another toilet seat broken.
Paper roll finished.
Glass not even half empty
but smashed
with shards deep in your sole
and soul.

The zoo of your anger might be hungry,
the bathroom might be broken,
but the handyman
with tools
in his able hands
will strike again
and fix the crocodile hatch.

Their bark will fall silenced
or at least muddled.
Until the cycle comes full circle
and the last words before bedtime
are cussing
about something broken
again.

Old photo. This shower is fixed yet. Featured photo above: Guest room – work in progress.

NaPoWriMo
A and I Poetry Challenge

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33 thoughts on “Day four: Depression

  1. My pickiness about poetry is legendary (my poor mother was a poet, and I always said things like “this one doesn’t do anything for me” … nice daughter.) Anyway, I like this one! And I laughed pretty hard at the tiny hand saw propped on/halfway through the shower fixture – yikes!

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    1. Thanks, Lexi. I feel proud now. Nice daughter, indeed! My father was a journalist. Imagine if I’d be yelling out fake news all the time. But in his case I couldn’t. 🙂 As for the tiny saw – it worked. All fixed yet.

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  2. Oh must you remind me? I have a list a foot long..Many of them repairs of the last three repairs made in my house! Some of them literally concrete! Great if depressing poem, Manja. Thanks for the link. xo

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  3. The renovator’s nightmare? Interesting topic for the A and I Poetry challenge! I can well imagine you did not want to repeat that phrase several times!!! I will pop back later to read some more examples of your talent, in the daily poetry challenge for this month. Looking forward.

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  4. I imagine this poem being narrated in a flat, matter-of-fact tone of voice, resigned, devoid of emotion – “something is broken again”. This is in direct contrast to the tone of voice I was using yesterday saying pretty well the same thing 😉

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    1. Hihih, planned and pro sounds right. I’ll tell amore immediately. We are going to choose and buy the paint this weekend. Salmon. 😉

      Thank you, SMSW. It rolled off of me like a barrel. It’s a phase but it comes regularly. After five years I should be better prepared and yet I never am.

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    1. Hihi, Jolene, the bathroom will only get a paint job, the rest is done (except for the toilet seat), but now it’s guest room’s turn to turn salmon. 🙂 Thank you, I’m glad that it resonated.

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  5. Please check my latest post ‘Insecurity, Anxiety and Depression’. It’s specially for parents to know and understand better about their children and what they’re being going through. It’s really important to spread awareness and saving lives of our precious little kids. You’re doing great work. God bless you.

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