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If I'm So Happy, Why Do I Feel Like Crying?
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If I'm So Happy, Why Do I Feel Like Crying? |
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James_A_Fraser Senior Member
since 2003-09-03
Posts 972Out Making Anticlines |
If I’m So Happy, Why Do I Feel Like Crying? ‘Tis the season for plans to be changed without me, the season to avoid certain topics, smile but only in this direction, never that. ‘Tis the season for the gauze to fall away from the open wounds inside and from the knowledge that the worst are self-inflicted and would be again. ‘Tis the season for trying to pass hours without the direct eye contact that could shatter our film of silent accord into peals of heavy-fruited anger. ‘Tis the season for apartness lumped together into quality time that is neither; the season to visit, alone as always, the hairy nether-places of my soul. ‘Tis the season for others to be happy for circus clowns with bags on their backs pretending to be something other than carneys shilling the rubes for another round. ‘Tis the season for lying by without lying beside, for getting by, by getting lies; for remembering things that never happened and for happenings I won’t remember. ‘Tis the season when I wait for was and when was is, rejoice that enough steps wobbled toward passing to put it back into the past. ‘Tis the season.... |
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Janet Marie Member Laureate
since 2000-01-22
Posts 18554 |
‘Tis the season for trying to pass hours without the direct eye contact that could shatter our film of **silent accord into peals of heavy-fruited anger.** ‘Tis the season for **apartness lumped together into quality time that is neither** ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ‘‘Tis the season **for lying by without lying beside,** for getting by, by getting lies; for remembering things that never happened and for happenings I won’t remember. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you look in the mirror and see a tired moth...the words above reflect the whys... that being said...you will then already know anything else that this poem would evoke me to say for your words reflect the pain far better than my mute muse. thanks for that........... *heavy sigh of the complacent kind* |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
James, This excellent piece leaves an empty feeling in me. Heck, I didn't need that! Just kidding...You write the heart! miscellanea |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
The repetitiveness here works well with the poem, and makes it very seasonal for any time of the year - especially when things don't seem to be going our way, and we're not receiving what we work so hard for - and the feeling of quiet, frustrated desperation seeps into our soul... oh. You didn't want me to wax philosophical? Dang.  |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
May you find your way back to happiness in this and every season. I felt your pain with every word. Love, Joyce |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
 ~Alli~ Happy Holidays! |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Pain... packed into a poetic envelope... I read this just as I was leaving work... and it haunted me the whole way home. I know there are those who won't identify with this... I envy them so very much. Others of us claim different lines as our own, aching with the knowing... knowing we couldn't have put it as well as you did here. ‘Tis the season for the gauze to fall away from the open wounds inside and from the knowledge that the worst are self-inflicted and would be again. ---- the season to visit, alone as always, the hairy nether-places of my soul. ‘Tis the season for others to be happy ---- ‘Tis the season when I wait for was and when was is, rejoice that enough steps wobbled toward passing to put it back into the past. When people ask me why I beg for January... I'll show them this poem... If they don't know then, they never will. My heart breaks as I read this... for it speaks of experience, not imagination... and I'd wish such seasons on no one... This glistens as brightly as any tinsel... but its glisten is from tears... Superb!! |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
A question I've asked myself...sometimes it seems so far away...yet it can be close...James |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Gosh  Such an emotively full poem, Jamie....so sad! Sniff/sigh! I have a feeling you will be fine though, because you are fine! |
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J.Samm Member
since 2004-01-12
Posts 415Iloilo City, Philippines |
excellent piece here, but what pain you must have felt...'tis the season indeed |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
nodding here sigh a hug? nod a hug and maybe a shot of cuervo |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Ouch..... An excellent piece of satire. and wishes for a better 2005! ......jo |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Feeling this more than ever today... and wondering if serenity would be kind enough to share that cuervo? *S* Tears should cover the salt, right? You've definitely hit a chord that resonates with many of us... excellent work! |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
yes. ditto. nice job saying it.  "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Hi Jamie I've missed your poetry....and was visiting you in the archives when I spied this seasonal sadness and felt like giving you another hug. |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
JaimeSweetJaime~ I am blessed to find this one on the Today's Topics page ... Heartrendering saddness ... and touches me deeply~ *Huglets* ~*Marge*~ ~*No matter what I search for ... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
‘Tis the season for others to be happy Oh, yes... And the season seems endless... *sigh* |
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