Poetry: Current Mood

Crawl out of mismatched blankets to shiver write, heater broken again.

Cracked heels bleed in fuzzy grey socks, add self-care to today’s to-do list.

Must hold breath another week for mental health help, therapists get sick.

Tears fall fast in upstairs bathroom, moms know the art of hidden sadness.

Can’t take another hit, cold sore erupts fat, ugly on bottom lip.

Coffee in my cup is ice already, but what I need is some warmth.

Write, write, write all my crisp inside words, but does anybody want them?

Inspired by Brandon Ellrich, I used the format of the American Sentence this week to explore some of my current feelings. If you are unfamiliar with this poetic form, it was Allen Ginsberg’s effort to make American the haiku. It must be seventeen syllables and it comes from the notion, “poets are people who notice what they notice.” Thank you for reading my first attempt at these.

80 thoughts on “Poetry: Current Mood

  1. You wonder in your poem whether anyone wants your words. Well, all those who react do. Even more, there are those without a voice, those without the courage and/or the strength who want to shout out “Yes, that is what I’ve been trying to say!”

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  2. Well, I usually like when I see your content because you always have something interesting to say or something cool to share, but I get that. I micromanage my creativity out of fear that it won’t be liked or no one cares about my content.

    It’s always a tough battle to fight many negatives, but it’s life.

    What I’m saying is that I enjoy your content a lot and I would notice if I didn’t see your feed and be sad. Every time I see your profile picture show up I get happy because you seem nice and cool. I do hope it gets better.❤️‍🩹💕

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    • What a kind and uplifting comment! Thank you so much. It will get better, but right now the hard stuff keeps lingering and I’m really tired. I think it’s important to share the lows so we all know we aren’t alone in the muck. ❤️

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      • Fortunately it’s possible to get out of muck. I’m here fighting with you with different but similar battles and I want to see you win and get better.

        You will gain necessary energy and your support soon enough. 💕

        As well, I love honesty and knowing that people are dealing with stuff so I think it’s important for writings like these. Heck, maybe you need a break for something or self care, who knows?

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  3. This poem is so incredibly powerful. My dad passed away very recently (not even a month ago), and this poem encompasses how I’ve been feeling recently. Just replace the coffee with tea, and that’s me. Thank you so much for sharing this beautiful poem. You did a wonderful job with your first attempt at writing this poetry ❤️

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  4. I hear every word you write, Bridgette. You ask if anyone wants them (your words). I do, without a doubt. I feel for you so much. I know how much agony you are going through at the moment, especially with your daughter’s troubled heart. People don’t always realise that often our children’s pain is ours, too. I totally identify with the lines you wrote, “Must hold breath another week for mental health help, therapists get sick . Tears fall fast in upstairs bathroom, moms know the art of hidden sadness.”

    I love the formation of this poem, too. Very cleverly done. Sending my love to you, my friend. Xx 💗❣💗

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    • Thank you, Ellie, for your kind words and empathy. I’m so fortunate to have found you online and I’m grateful for your loving support of me, my family, and my writing.

      Yes, I’ve always been astounded by how acutely I feel the pain of my children. It’s worse than if it was happening to me, because my love for them is greater even than the love I have of myself. I’d gladly trade places with her in a heartbeat.

      Much love 🥰

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  5. A amazing poem dear Bridgette. I liked the ending. Us, who love to write. We do ask ourselves. Who do we write for? I believe John Dryden wrote somewhere. If you write to become famous. You will be disappointed. If you write, because you love to write. You may find peace.

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    • I fully agree with you. We write for the love of it, we have to. I have no aims at fame, but I do want to leave behind stories my children can hold onto long after I leave this Earth. I want them to know the kinds of things their mother pondered and imagined. I write what I love and hope those who are like minded will find me.

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      • I love John Dryden. He was disliked in his day. He wrote the truth. He got in trouble when asked by a friend. My marriage sucked. And he told him.
        “Why should a foolish marriage vow,
        Which long ago was made,
        Oblige us to each other now
        When passion is decay’d?
        We lov’d, and we lov’d, as long as we could,
        Till our love was lov’d out in us both:
        But our marriage is dead, when the pleasure is fled:
        ‘Twas pleasure first made it an oath.”
        He also wrote. We had enough wars. time to stop. England was fight three countries. Writing should give us peace. My peace for 52 years now.

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  6. What a powerful, heart-filled poem, Bridget. As an empath I feel your pain for I have walked your shoes at times in my life, in different circumstances but the outcome is more or less the same. Keep writing for those words are healing and at the same time validating your life. Never stop doing what you love to do ….. you make this world a better place for it. Much love to you and BIG (((HGUS)))!! xo

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    • Me too! I hope you give it a try. I really like the format of the American Sentence. Things are still a bit wonky here, but not quite as dark as last week. We will pull through. Thank you for your kindness.


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