S.A.D.
An Inverse Poem
that it will bloom again in spring
if my soul sheds its smile
cannot distract me from feeling,
as the trees shed their leaves,
the bitter sting of November rains
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that it will shine again come morn
if my heart loses its light
cannot divert my eyes from seeing,
as the sun falls from grace,
the haunting gloom of impending darkness
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that it will thaw with loving warmth
If my mind freezes in sorrow
cannot impede me from knowing,
as icicles hang from eaves,
the biting chill of arctic winds
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that one day soon, I too, will sing again
as ice will melt, trees will bloom, birds will chirp
cannot preclude me sensing,
amidst a landscape of murky greys,
the haunting sounds of nothingness
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Cathy holmes
Canadian family girl with a recently discovered love for writing. Other loves include animals and sports.
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Interesting story. Perfectly said 👏
Congrats on Top Story!🥳
Definitely one of the best Inverse entries so far! Loved the structure, the repetition, the way it does really work both ways, and lines like “the biting chill of arctic winds”. Well done👏🏾
Love your stories so much ❤️❤️ Let's engage with each other's content 💪💪💪
This is gorgeous, Cathy. 2 truly beautiful poems made more beautiful in the inverse. It takes skill to weave together these words so artfully. Well done!
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Wow! Great entry Cathy!! One of the best I’ve seen so far! Congrats on a well deserved TS 🎉
Well-deserved top story! Congratulations Cathy!🎉🎉🎉
Beautiful as always! You never disappoint! 💙 x
I loved reading it bottom to top especially with the mental health themes. This is such a phenomenal entry. Very impressed. Sorry I missed it earlier came here by way of Celia’s entry lol! Well done Cathy on an awesome top story! 😁
Whoa! You are showing some awesome sauce here Cathy! Great top story pick so kudos to you!
This is so well written!
This is amazing, I so completely identify with that holding of knowledge and feeling that don't line up, and how you can feel two things at once like that.
Well this is amazing. Damn, buddy! Congrats on the appropriate Top Story award!
Beautiful Cathy ♥️ Definitely conveys both feelings of grief and hope! Congratulations on Top Story too! ♥️♥️♥️
Great poem! I can relate to the ice imagery and to the idea of melting our way through to new and healing thought patterns. Keep up the good work!
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This is phenomenal. I mean, bloody hell. I'm going to struggle with this challenge. Especially after seeing something like this.
Really good!
Don't be S.A.D anymore! This got a Top Story! Wooohooooo congratulations! 🎉💖🎊🎉💖🎊
Wow! You did it. And even made it longer than most of the ones I've read so far. Congrats...Twice!
Amazing! Wonderful both ways! Congratulations on your Top Story!
This is absolutely brilliant. I love that you evoked the senses in the lines you made your axes—"cannot preclude me sensing," "cannot divert my eyes from seeing,"—really clever, and far and beyond better than any of the reverse poems I found on google when I was trying to figure out how in the heck to write one of these. 😂
Yessssss!! Congratulations, Cathy!! This is one of my favourites. ❤️
Wonderful, a well deserved T.S. 👏