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Depression - Shakespearean Sonnet (ababcdcdefefgg)
by Sheila Roy

Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Rated "PG" by the Author.
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I think the title says it all. I just want to add that I love this style, cuz it's the perfect medium for dark moods. Written early March.






Depression – Shakespearean Sonnet (ababcdcdefefgg)

 

I’m folded against darkness as the light dissipates

Held in his embrace…an involuntary shiver

The silence is starving, the loneliness impregnates

Some forces create life, but he is not this giver

Bony arms come ‘round me, securing nothing at all

Merely wrapping me in a sense of mental distress

Then his gruesome grin spreads, though he has no lips to call,

And to the tenderness of my neck all those teeth press

Something stirs in me…something LIVE that won’t say goodbye –

A well of light going deeper than the darkness goes

A strength in reserve I thought to be out of supply

I draw from it now knowing its healing trickle slows

And then gone are the bony arms and his greedy kiss,

Releasing my soul from Depression’s famished abyss

 

 

 

 

March 2, 2012 - © Sheila Roy

 

 

 

 

 

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Reviewed by John Domino 4/12/2014
A masterpiece! Bravo!
Reviewed by Louisa Dobbins 2/12/2014
I'm enjoying your work today. Maybe we should have snow more often. :-) You are magical.
Reviewed by George Carroll 1/21/2014
Haven't read your poetry in a very long time but I see from this gem you have not lost your touch in creating a spooky thriller so well written as all your works are. You are the consummate poet.

George
Reviewed by Richard Bowers 12/12/2012
Which way shall I take the course to my reader’s hearts,
What scale and tools do I collect with,
What voyeur’s wrap I claim in readiness.
Are the ages of my father come to bear,
Or will be for next generation’s benefit:
And for sure hope luck to smile a lot,
Unless I weaken in devotion,
That I harbor this pretext,
Where course is subject to a wanton age.
Gather, flock with us; examine all to beyond:
Valiant person have surpassed our time.
Reviewed by Victoria's Poetry & Voices of Muse 10/26/2012
what a haunting skeletal memory
with boney arms and all those lipless teeth biting
where ever he comes from this is
magic darkness seeping onto the page

Glorious Release & Damsel Flies
Vickie
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price 8/4/2012
Yes, lose that grip of depression. Love it. Liz
Reviewed by Nicholas Tillemans 7/8/2012
Great poem. But don't call it a Shakespearean Sonnet. Apart from the rhyme scheme (ababcdcdefefgg), it is not a Shakespearean Sonnet. So, naming it as such detracts from it and distracts me from what makes it important. It's really good. It just isn't written in iambic pentameter (soft-hard-soft-hard-soft-hard-soft-hard-soft-hard)...no problem for a poem...but a big problem for a Shakespearean Sonnet. Keep writing great poetry like this and don't worry so much about classic structures or pretend to follow them.
Reviewed by William Bonilla 5/18/2012

always a pleasure Shiela
to read your outstanding work
love & peace be with you
William
Reviewed by Axilea MU 5/7/2012
Strong impression! The metaphor is powerful and so skilfully articulated. The reaction begins with that little sparkle, that hidden strength that was waiting, somewhere. I like this.

Axilea
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 5/2/2012
Refreshingly clever!!
Such an intimate and artistically crafted witness to the imposition of depression!
I too have been trying to feel deeply and surrender to this guy, to the type of lasting sadness that is grief.
Love,
Christine
Reviewed by Paul Judges 4/26/2012
Powerfully written, Sheila
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 4/24/2012
excellent take on the depression thing. It does seem to eat you alive, ant take hold at the same time. kudos to the structure of this as well. ~ Morgan
Reviewed by Jon Willey 4/23/2012
Sheila, a magnificent return of your artistic pen. A difficult subject to approach with absolute objectivity. Its bite has been at all of our necks at one time or another. An unwelcomed guest at our doors. I wish you love and peace my dear friend. Jon Michael
Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green 4/22/2012
SO know the feeling! :_ :)

What a great sonateer you are, Sheila! Rhyme's great, imagery vivid, tone consistent. Chilling as they are, I love the "bony arms and greedy kiss."

Always write, and always stay you,

xOx Phyllis xOx
Reviewed by Ed J. 4/21/2012
Wow what a metaphic piece, masterfully done.

Eddy
Reviewed by Elizabeth Russo 4/21/2012
The intensity of emotion is palpable, Sheila, and your writing is fine as ever. You bring the reader with you into the darkness and then back into the light. So well done! Glad to read you again! Hugs, Elizabeth
Reviewed by D. Vegas 4/20/2012
Sheila, There are people out there who seem you can shake depression off, and those are the ones who have never suffered from its devasting darkness that has aterrible hold on all you pocess.
Your description is exact!!

Always,
Deborah
Reviewed by jude forese 4/20/2012
the impression left in the skin of this sonnet leaves a deep bite upon the psyche ...
Reviewed by Ronald Hull 4/20/2012
A beautifully crafted personification of depression–somewhat vampire-ish. Having known depression, I find it rather hard to escape. It appears that in the poem, depression is escapable.

Ron
Reviewed by Amor Sabor 4/19/2012
This darkness seems more of a resignation to the inevitable...what a beautiful and pure genius of a write you have fashioned with this style...it fits your purpose well with such haunting beauty
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 4/19/2012
Perfect in form and expression, Sheila, and the turn at just the right point is wonderfully done as you lead us/yourself back from the brink of this consuming abyss with a rising tone of optimism and lightening of tone and mood. Phew! May this high plateau of a safe place be enduring now. So lovely to read you again. xx
Reviewed by richard cederberg 4/19/2012
How well I understand the spirit of this. "Depression's famished abyss..." I've been battling the dread 'Black Dog' since Feb when a good friend was killed. For some reason lost interest in everything then except the basics for surviving. It changed how I look at things, how I feel, and (above all) my desire to share. Seems we are given some battles, too, that never entirely resolve; they fester on interminably, coming and going whenever someone/something touches the trigger. Gotta keep pressing forward though, that's what I keep chanting, through all of it, focusing on where the Light leads. Jack London said: “I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot." As far as I'm concerned depression exacerbates dryrot, and has, (sadly) in my experiences, vitiated the output of many aesthetic spirits. Fine creative work! As real as it gets I'm thinking. Wishing you the best ... richard
Reviewed by Annabel Sheila 4/19/2012
OMG!!!!! This is completely amazing! I know this darkness so very well and you have described it to perfection...truly an amazing write, Sheila...a keeper!

Hugs,
Anna
Reviewed by Andy Turner 4/19/2012
Clever, in the way that this personifies mr depression.
Then the way you take us through the dark journey of depression.

Hope all is well mrs Roy. x

Reviewed by John Flanagan 4/19/2012
as this goes on it becomes deeper
and darker and more challenging but the writing
never loses focus, your skill, form and technique
are excellent, Sheila;

it's so good to see you posting

john
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 4/18/2012
To me, this is a deeply meaningful and expressive write. I can relate to the theme that you have treated through your verses here, Sheila. Thank you. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis



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