Author Topic: Climbing Out  (Read 1963 times)

Offline caliban1

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Climbing Out
« on: June 04, 2006, 09:42:34 AM »
Climbing Out

Mired in gray clinging mud, soaked by endlessly gray skies,
There remains some small corner of stubborn resolve.
Do not fear the dark; it is far too comforting.
Hold on to any task and love it for itself.
If I can shoe a Clydesdale in a wild storm,
Holding the young horse quiet with my voice,
Finishing the last nail with blood pouring from my finger,
I can hold on and build from holding on.

In those dead times I have no words; nothing to explain.
My heart lies dead as a clubbed fish on some lost shore.
There is absolutely no reason to breathe again, but I must.
Nothing has happened, only some small shift inside,
So I must not give into my body’s chemical betrayal.
In fact, I welcome the storm inside as much as the driving rain.
Again, I will raise and stand.  It is the only way.
Every shower of sun, of love, of hope, of giving, is life.

« Last Edit: June 07, 2006, 09:49:51 AM by caliban1 »
It is all a metaphor.

Offline actpoet1

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Re: Climbing Out: poem re bipolar condition
« Reply #1 on: June 04, 2006, 01:40:17 PM »

by far the best poem I've read yet. This is honest, not self-indulging. It's what Sylvia Plath called "confessional" poetry. I don't have any things to critique. The images work well, as do the tone and line length.

And, to let you know, I'm bi-polar too.

Great job. I couldn't have done it better.
Write on,


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Offline caliban1

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Re: Climbing Out
« Reply #2 on: June 07, 2006, 09:55:43 AM »
I modified this because I did not seem to be sparking any interest in the idea of interaction with people struggling with a condition that I think many of us can relate to, even if we have not experienced personally the most devastating effects.  My idea of writing and reviewing as therapy and support is, probably, wild utopian dreaming.  Not all ideas make the cut.

Other comments on the poem would be interesting.
It is all a metaphor.


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Re: Climbing Out
« Reply #3 on: June 07, 2006, 10:11:39 AM »
Woah dude you rock!!

Sucked me in straight away and held me to the end
A masterfull piece of work