Poem I wrote...and a question

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Registered: 03-27-2003
Poem I wrote...and a question
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Tue, 12-02-2003 - 11:14am
I have been writing poetry lately and find that it has helped me a bit in dealing with my feelings...even though I constantly judge it and compare it to other (published) poetry, which makes me realize mine is totally lacking in complex thought, and full of cliches. But anyway, with that disclaimer, and with a lot of hesitancy, I wanted to post a very rough poem I just wrote all at once last night...I guess my financial situation is not quite as dire as I describe it in the poem, but it does kind of express how I feel.

Oh, before I get to that, though, I wanted to ask you all's opinion...I got an email from a professor I know well, who wrote me a letter of recommendation from med school, saying, "Are you sure med school is what you want? What are you going to do with an M.D. behind your name?". So my question is, how should I respond to this? It's true I'm not sure about med school, but not any more sure about anything else, if that makes sense...

Just goes to show that everyone realizes how uncertain I am, how directionless...and still no word at all from the (very low-level) jobs I've applied to...everyone knows my life is useless...sorry bout this...I guess it's clear that I'm gradually slipping down from my hyper high time to my "regular" depression...still wonder if I could be bipolar...anyway...here is what I wrote yesterday...any feedback would be great...hope you all are hanging in there too...

Uncertain Times

Jobless,

your life becomes

an exercise

in not-spending,

not-living.

You nearly cry when

the Sunday paper

arrives without its coupons,

a hollow treasure-box,

useless for its wrapping

of crime reports

and cheerless comics,

their colors, however

flattened onto newsprint,

mocking your white-

calendar days.

Then Sunday drifts

into Monday,

and you float in and out

of bookstores, boutiques,

returning, exchanging

the old life

for the new,

the computer printer

full of words-to-be

worth several weeks

of milk, medicine.

You redefine

your list of luxuries–

a tea bag strong enough

to make two cups,

an electric blanket,

borrowed, to soothe

November’s sting,

a library book,

twice renewed,

to hold you gently

through half the night.

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Registered: 07-18-2007
Tue, 12-02-2003 - 12:25pm

Hi, Rose!


I'm no judge of poetry, but your poem grabbed me personally.

 

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CL-ladybug987

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Registered: 03-22-2003
Tue, 12-02-2003 - 4:26pm

ROSA!


I am not a professional by any means hehe but I have written poetry most of my life and have had a few things published


I think your poem is very good hun! I love the images and the tone. I "FEEL" what you are trying to say and THAT Is what poetry is all about if you ask me.


Poetry is a wonderful way to express some of those feelings that bounce around in our brains trying to get out, so keep up the good work and most of all ENJOY IT..

There is no right or wrong with poetry..

*hugs

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