By J Ann Crowder

Bring ropes,
                   hang me on a gallows
 
STRING ME UP!
 
For within a feeble prison I am entrapped by a catatonic state engulfing me like endless skies with—darker shades of blue
 
I am being forced downwards, by a hand not my own, consumed and set aghast by my own ghostly projection
 
’Tis a state of battle
 
WAR, I declare!
 
Upon mine own invisibilities of inner soul, dejected
 
To this end I perish or become, UNHINGED!
 
 
These,
       ARE,
           MY,
              'darker shades of blue’
 
Thus, dappled in ink and kissed by midnight blackness
 
’Tis lusterless in hue, as opalescence—my darker shades
 
Haunting me from within the dark caverns of my mind, like black holes of deeper oceans—darker shades of blue
 
Still, I wage war by my soul's ever engrossing plight
 
I reach for soft hues of heather beneath dayglo shimmers
 
Soon gallows become lost nightmares as I wake on snowy pillows, walking woodlands and gardens, gleaning upon a gentle chirping of Song Thrushes
 
At last, resting my soul upon new shades of teal sky

Written May 20th, 2016. This describes a battle with depression. It's real, and I dedicate this to those who suffer from it.

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Nelson D Reyes
about 3 years

I see a very strong person in this poem, shaking off "the nightmares of gallows and reaching for softer hues" as the opalescence of colors are presented. Haunting though the darker shades of blue, catatonic it maybe, still we all look to the Sky as in your poem "Live". Or find comfort by the "Buffalo River" where we carve our own destiny like the river does with strong rapids, with help from the howling wolves and the Cloud Dancer (you said). Jenifer, keep walking and "glean from the gentle chirping of the song birds so that you rest your soul upon the lighter shades of blue".
Not sure why I cried, but OXOX. Be strong as you had expressed yourself in this poem.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
about 3 years

Thank you Nelson!

African Child
about 3 years

Thank you Jennifer, it makes a lot of sense.

Robert L. Martin
over 3 years

Beautiful words, as usual again. I see what they mean when they say "Feeling Blue." I associate it with a baby blue, soft and smooth.

Vic
over 3 years

Blue is a magical color that connotes hope, peace and tranquility. It's the color of the the heavens and the ocean. And Earth is the blue planet. It also means true friendship, Yet we associate depression with it. Sadly

Nonethess nice poem

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

There ALL shades of blue. Some are unfortunately sad. Like blue tears. Yet, tears can be both happy and sad. What a world of interesting duality we live in.

Vic
Vic
over 3 years

@Jenifer Wilkinson Crowder: I wrote a poem Code Blue that I posted about a year ago, where I explored the color blue.

J Ann Crowder
J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

@Vic: I'll look it up on your page. I'd like to read it.

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