Celebrating a Year

week 149 ~ too much sadness fills a room displacing

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too much sadness fills a room displacing
oxygen it eats everything in the
house and sends you out for more pack it a
suitcase and put it on a plane hoping
it won’t return then you get a postcard
distract it with laughter or love but it
owns the real estate of your heart to quit
sounds simple but then when you try it’s hard
to leave sadness on a park bench and walk
away it follows like an i.v. pole
attached and somehow crucial to the whole
process of living so we bravely talk
of the future under a feckless moon
pretending we don’t see rain coming soon

Written by mairmusic

August 17, 2011 at 6:11 pm

Posted in August, sonnet

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  1. As I read this…I recalled a movie…The Never Ending Story (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B3DcWtkKeIY) …how the ‘void’ began to consume the world…I suspect with belief in what can be and dreams…sadness to could take over the world…a most thought provoking poem.


    August 17, 2011 at 6:38 pm

    • Interesting. I started writing it after seeing a movie last week-end, “Beginners,” where the main character was writing a history of sadness– funny but poignant– as he was battling his. It got me thinking.


      August 17, 2011 at 8:59 pm

  2. we can exhaust the sadness to death, and if we have true friends in our life we can sow new plants.


    August 19, 2011 at 12:49 am

    • Yes, we can have a new life, but I do think the well of sadness is always there, waiting.


      August 19, 2011 at 8:00 am

  3. Forced to think on this one …

    Jamie Dedes

    August 19, 2011 at 9:20 am

    • There is alot to sadness, personal, hard to shake, an inevitable cost of living.


      August 19, 2011 at 9:30 am

  4. I felt every line…well written.

    evocative embrace

    August 19, 2011 at 2:16 pm

  5. beautiful….

    The Noiseless Cuckooclock

    August 22, 2011 at 2:51 pm

  6. I think–only my opinion, mind you–sadness is a choice we make; happiness is also a choice. I often wonder why sadness is an easier choice than happiness. It seems to be so.

    Here is my offering for this first Gooseberry Garden picnic: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/08/21/this-eden/


    August 22, 2011 at 3:09 pm

  7. I wonder why it’s so hard to leave sadness behind. Your analogy of it following you around like an IV attached is so true! I really like this.


    August 23, 2011 at 10:14 am

  8. Happiness and sadness like love and sorrow go hand in hand, really. Life is a roller coaster ride of happy, sad. I think the sadness helps us to appreciate happiness when we have it. Lovely, heartfelt prose. The IV pole struck a cord in me. I used to call it, a ‘tree’


    August 23, 2011 at 10:45 am

    • Tree is a nice way to look at it. I felt kindof like a maharaja on an elephant, w/ the nurse pushing mine after me as I crutched down the hospital hall.


      August 23, 2011 at 11:00 am

  9. without darkness, who would enjoy sunlight,
    love means disagreement too.

    reflective piece, thanks for sharing….


    August 23, 2011 at 12:21 pm

  10. Really thought provoking piece, gues we can’t enjoy one without the other, or really have one without the other.

    Pat Hatt

    August 23, 2011 at 5:07 pm

  11. I like your perspective on sadness and the feckless moon … its always there on the edge.. but it gives us the motivation to enjoy life to its fullest.

    Thanks for sharing this ~


    August 23, 2011 at 5:54 pm

  12. feckless moon – oh yes

    Luke Prater

    August 23, 2011 at 8:52 pm

  13. it follows you like an iv pole is a powerful image…it does…sadness can be so hard to shake…nice write…


    August 23, 2011 at 11:49 pm

    • Thanks, Brian! I did write on happiness too in the next post… (:


      August 24, 2011 at 8:10 am

  14. It does make you think a lot after you read the poem … I read it twice so far and I think I’ll come back again …

    Broken Sparkles

    August 24, 2011 at 5:20 pm

    • Such a lovely compliment– thanks!


      August 24, 2011 at 5:43 pm

      • I’m back to read again. It’s funny how we let go of happy moments very easily and for some reason, melancholy sticks with us and it doesn’t go away, there are always little reminders around to keep it alive … Once again, lovely writing!

        Broken Sparkles

        August 25, 2011 at 12:58 am

      • Thanks, I’m honored. Freud wrote that it is hard to know when we are our happiest, so we mainly try to avoid unhappiness in living. Perhaps that is why we focus on sadness, the human instinct to push it away.


        August 25, 2011 at 8:21 am

  15. Some excellent metaphors and images here. This brief poem is a perfect summary of our lives.


    August 24, 2011 at 6:32 pm

    • Thanks, I’m glad it reached you. To write lightly of sadness, like it’s a stray dog, was an interesting self-assignment in my quest to understand mine.


      August 24, 2011 at 7:58 pm

  16. This carried me along. I’m fascinated by the way you structured this to do so, and the way the rhymes become more definite towards the end, to ground and complete the poem.

    • What an interesting comment! I was working for feel, confusion at the start, understanding and acceptance at the end. But you are absolutely right– there are only 4 lines that really end at their ends, 10, 11, 13, & 14, and the first few demand the reader continue to get the point.


      August 25, 2011 at 8:07 am

  17. the iv pole image is great :)


    August 25, 2011 at 9:01 am

  18. Foreboding: “. .pretending we don’t see rain coming soon..”

    It is for each of us to feel how we feel.

    It is for the poet to convey it. . . and to derive the therapy.

    Well written.



    August 25, 2011 at 2:35 pm

    • Therapy? I think of it more as recognition and capturing. Glad you enjoyed reading.


      August 25, 2011 at 4:18 pm

  19. Such delicate lines to balance the sadness and the happiness in the world … sadness comes too easily – happiness is a better choice … practicing gratitude and appreciation moments lift one out of the doldrums of sadness ~~ there is always someone who’s situation is deeper than our own … no matter how deep ours may be!! Food for thought ~~ Well done! You have evoked emotion and comments. A piece that makes us think!!

    becca givens

    August 26, 2011 at 3:25 pm

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