Frog jumps a solitary jump,
he pauses then
as if planning move from A to B,
then aimlessly he jumps again.
Neath him lays a fall of autumn leaves,
all crisp and dry a brittleness. In some,
decay leaves naught but a skeleton of arid veins,
a remnant of a long lost summer.
She sees all this and dwells on it,
dwells on death decay and indecision.
(Then) black dog of night gives way to mist of morn,
a hovering of almost calm,
and she decision made,
makes incisions cross her wrists
and bathes herself in blood red warmth,
she a remnant of a long lost summer.
Anna :o]
Author:
Randi Hausken
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18 comments:
That black dog of the night and the end gave me shivers.. and i wanted to cry: "don't do it, don't do it"... spring will come again..
oh heck... like björn i wanted to shout "don't do it!!"
it is tough when someone sees no way to carry on anymore - i can not even imagine what she was going through
Oh, that ending chills me. I wasn't expecting this....but you have written her pain so well! Very effective.
And this is an apt reminder of why I miss your regular links....so very sad but when it is that bad, spring is an eternity away and not just a few months.
Oh.. fall of depression
oh.. fall of spring
oh.. rise of Life
possible
any
Now..:)
Around here, in rainy gray Western WA, people get SAD, seasonal adaptive disorder--or some such. I have perfected a plethora of indoor hobbies that carry me through, not having to emerge from my corners of the man cave until the sun does. Boredom & depression are not allowed within my clubhouse of Me.
Chilling Anna, you did also catch me on the hop here, with what is very telling and beautifully achieved piece... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
The ending is very tragic Anna ~ Why not wait for spring, like I do for winter here is very long ~ I like your poem very much ~
Oh my word...chillingly sad...totally tragic...good write
That was unexpected and brutal....well written,
This took me by surprise...sad, but so effective.
Tragic ending. Good piece.
Do we fall or do we jump..is there a difference...i wish she had looked out the window before heading to the bathroom..she may not have seen a frog but another light that said try another minute, another hour, another day
The beginning of your poem starts out with such a "routine" observation of nature and gives no sense of what is about to come but that "remnant of a long lost summer" line ties the two together perfectly...and tragically. A powerful punch at the end...it surprised me.
Wow, that took an unexpected turn. A compelling and entertaining read, thanks Mosk
A marvelous piece, with sad tones.
lovely images..
How much means fall, how much means spring? It all depends on light we see or cannot see. Well woven piece : )
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