Poetry: A Dislodged Cog; Too short to post as a story. · 10:35pm Aug 19th, 2013
Kick. Kick. Kick.
The farm pony did kick,
and the apples did fall
to the earth in woven baskets
to be eaten by all
Deep breath
Look around
The sun was setting
on this hallowed ground
Thump. Thump. Thump.
The baskets did thump
alongside her heart
The farm pony did struggle
As she pulled her loaded cart
Deep breath
Fresh air
The family shared a smile
Farm pony’s heart free of care
‘No. No. No.’
The farm pony did cry
Slamming hoof into bark
Enshrouded in dark
Night concealing her grief
Among field of apple leaf
The farm pony did cry
Her spirit did die
Kick… Kick… Kick...
Time did take it’s toll
Each kick a counterpart
to strings snapped in her heart
She was both father and mother
When they had no other
Time did take it’s toll
The trees did console
Help. Help. Help.
The friends did try
To wipe sorrow from her eye
But she would not let them see
Only her love; the apple tree
They cried and they pled
But only the earth could know
Her spirit was dead
Go. Go. Go.
Thought selfish and cruel
Mind defeating itself in duel
She tried to kick away the pain
More and more of her strength did drain
Kick until hoof bleeds red
Deep breath; Stale air
Her love was dead
Step… Step… Step…
In black of night
Walk to the tallest tree
Away from hollow embrace
She did flee
Lasso around neck
A dark kind of birth
To return to her love
To return to the earth
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While this poetry does invoke a little bit about how I’ve been feeling lately, I have not lost anyone and I am certainly not suicidal.
Mainly, this is inspired by how I feel from working. I don’t work very much, and the work I do isn’t very hard. I have a family that is lovely and that supports me as best as they know how. Yet in spite of all these things, I come home so often feeling creatively and emotionally dead from sitting in an office all day. I can’t give up and I won’t give up; the only option is to learn how to balance my work with the things I want to do creatively.
This poem was also written in response to 30minuteponies’ writing prompt, asking to have a character fall in love with something that wasn’t a pony (assumedly they meant another race, like a gryphon or a dragon or a changeling, but I like when I can find ways to shift a prompt to be about what I want it to be about).
There are a lot of veiled meanings here about the nature of this and that, but perhaps they don’t shine through in the work itself. I don’t write poetry often. I’d love to hear what you guys took from this.
Poetry is a powerful thing.
Sounded like the trudge of an unsatisfying status quo whittling down your soul. It sounds like you're trying to keep the flame burning, which is good, but if you still feel this way, I would guess not enough has changed to give you the hope you want and the reignited passion you need.
I would suggest a different job, but the job market right now is horrifically bad. If you have the time, try some new hobbies. Hiking, biking, music, etc.
Perhaps more than anything, see what getting back into a regular exercise routine does for your mood. I found it vastly improved mine, once I got over the initial hump and it became habit.
Hang tight, and come up with a plan.
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I've never been a very physically active person. I've never needed to be. I've had a lot of people tell me to give it a try, and so I just might.
I'm still writing. I've just jumped between so many ideas because of the way I'm feeling that none of them have really neared completion.
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I know the feeling. I can't write anything when I'm not in the mood. Takes hours. Then, when I feel right, I can pound out a chapter in no time.
Regarding exercise, yeah... as you probably expect, it sucks, and it is hard as hell to motivate oneself for. But, personally, it's been immensely rewarding. No matter what, any day that I get a bike ride or a run in, I feel like I've done something. It makes me start every day with a plus, as if to say, no matter what else happens, even if I accomplish nothing today, it's been a pretty good day so far.
Beyond that, I just feel more alive and awake now. A run or a bike ride in the morning makes me feel more there, and more energetic, for the rest of the day. That's huge.
That said, I am lazy, and motivating myself to do it, especially in the morning, is herculean. All I can recommend there is to one-by-one remove the excuses you have for not doing it (e.g. don't have anywhere to bike to, don't have any running clothes, don't know what time of day to do it, etc) until you're doing it.