I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process. – Vincent Van Gogh
We can’t work anymore —
father’s old and anxious,
staring at excel sheets,
mother’s arthritis restrains her,
praising God, her only succour,
and I have shadows enveloping thoughts
as I type this,
forgetting impending penury, and
that whatever kept us going so far
won’t last.
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I’m glad you could relate Pat. Thank you for your kind comment.
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Yet we do cling on, do we not?
Cool Quad. Thanks.
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True. We cling on, no matter what. Thank you for the comment.
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This is great, Nitin. I wish I could say que sera sera, but I’m terrified of the future too.
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I live each day saying que sera sera, but deep down there’s so much anguish and fear. I don’t know what the future holds and I’m too weak to confront it now. I’m glad you could relate Tanmay. Thank you so much for the comment.
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Sounds as though you’re not forgetting though. The worry is there, in the shadows all the time.
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True. I think worries are like that. Always lurking in the shadows. Thank you for the comment Jane.
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I love this Nitin, especially the father/mother lines. (And the Van Gogh quote), and perfect title btw. Nice to meet you.
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Nice to meet you too Yvonne 🙂 And thank you so much for your kind comment.
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I love “shadows enveloping thoughts” ! Desolation so well expressed, Nitin.
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I felt this, deeply.
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Thank you very much.
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So much anguish here about what will come out of the encroaching shadows.
(Also, there’s a nineteenth-century feel to this for me, except for the Excel–it seems like lines from a Dickens novel. Perhaps it’s the word “penury,” or perhaps the world has not changed so much.)
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Thank you Merril. I’m glad you could sense the anguish. I wonder if people use the word penury anymore. I thought of using something indirect like chaos or bedlam, but I stuck with the word. It’s nice that you think that the poem has a nineteenth century feel.
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I like the word penury, and no I don’t think it’s used often. That’s what made it seem nineteenth-century to me. 🙂
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The future is shadowy and hope is what keeps one going on. There is truth in your words.
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Thank you very much. Yes we have to hold on to hope.
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This letter could have been one I never got the chance to write a few years ago😊.
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It’s a sad reality sometimes. For many people. I’m glad you could relate to it. Thank you Janice.
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An ominous feel to this yet that is what some days are like. Those shadows lurk and I could “see” them hovering over you in this poem.
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I guess they were hovering. True. Life can be like that sometimes. Dark and difficult.
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‘I have shadows enveloping thoughts’ – a great line. The future is scary at times.
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Thank you. Yes, the future can definitely be scary.
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No matter how much light exists, shadow must also exist. If you can keep a fair balance between the two you can maybe charge up your strength. Wishing you success, Nitin.
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That’s very true. There’s always light and shadow involved in all aspects of life. Thank you for the encouraging comment 🙂
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Nitin,
I have shadows enveloping thoughts
as I type this,
forgetting impending penury, and
that whatever kept us going so far
won’t last.
This is so hard… and so relatable! I often feel similarly… shadows around my thoughts and trying not to worry about money… sigh
Much love,
David
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Ugh I hope I don’t get to that point in my life but I’m sure I probably will!
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