There's a foul mood brewing.
Another mood,
and I am slipping.
Another mood, so familiar,
yet I missed the early whispers
that become the booming voices.
Anger boiling, words erupting,
roaring through my head.
The undertow of anguish,
like a heavy garment, wraps me,
weighs me down, entraps me.
Drags me, gasping, to the bottom.
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That was fantastic...so relatable. Beautifully written.
And thanks for stopping by and commenting. I hope to post more soon.
Thanks for reading my post.... I will visit yours again soon.
I'm looking at this written in April, and I wonder a couple of things.
How far do you go back to see what folks are writing? Will you even see any of the words I've been slipping in on the past few posts?
I'll let you in on an event.
Just prior to getting a blog, I went to this blog by McGaha Miller (name like that ya don't easily ferget....hmmmm. Wonder if that's really his name?), he had photographs, feeling photos, dream like some, but, in any case, I wrote a comment, and carefully left a trail of breadcrumbs back to the site to see what his answer would be (it was a question I had left, though, since most of my questions are of a rhetorical nature, I think back and wonder why it made any difference at all) but, upon returning the next day, there was no answer.
Nor the next, or for the following week.
So, I went to his most recent post and asked him why he hadn't answered the question.
He replied by e-mail (I didn't know then that that was possible, because I didn't have a blog at the time) that he had been busy with other things and that the answer was,.....
I really should go back to his site and mention what a goof I was....
so, what was I going on about?
Oh, yeah.
yoour writing back in April, There's a foul mood mood brewing.
Any chance ya figured out how t'stop hat from happenning?
Gopt no answers m'self, but know well the feeling.
It almost sneaks up on ya, something tells ya that you're on a course that can't be altered and things are just not going to get better right away.
Oh well.
This is like from a b'zillion years ago, anyway.
Since I have learned to identify the signals that indicate a mood like this is building....I am better able to control it and shorten its lifespan.... thanks to a therapist who gave me the clue.
Sometimes I will go back in the archives of other bloggers... not many.....and, not usually far... I think I will look back at some of yours, if that is ok.
It also helps with the mood thing to remind myself...constantly.. that this has been here before, and it will end again.
Yeah.
You can not only look back on the archives, but, I will also give you the key to commenting on "ancient" material.
Just note the date of the entrie and then go to the most recent post and comment on it there.
Took me a long time of trailing "bread crumbs" t'finally figure that out.
And, as for the therapist...probably I should find me one that is, like , really cheap.
as in, maybe trade a picture fer some help.
The VA, for all its grand intentions, is almost a dead end. Then again, who am I tryin' t'fool?
I'm the sort who just balls it up, shoves it down deep[er, and hopes he can get through another day without actually blowing an anurism (spelling?) because most of the shtuff in there is so danged personal, anyway.
If ya ever see any of m'abstracts, you'll see I do have a way to unleash too much pressure, but, it's usually few and far between.
Boneman.... I think your painting is to you, like my writing is to me, in some ways...... a release..
and that is good.
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