Damned Cold

I don’t know if this qualifies as an occasional poem or not.  Certainly it refers to a very specific moment in United States history, but it’s rather opaque and somewhat vague so may present some barriers to understanding for future generations of readers or those outside of the early 21st-century American political & cultural milieu.  Who’m I kidding?  I won’t have future generations of readers.  Ha ha ha ha haaaa!  I’m adrift on the swirling sea of insanity that passes for American society today.  This is one way I try to make sense of it all while I wait with some anxiety for a return to normalcy.

Thank you to Laura Bailey at AlltheShoesIWear for this prompt.  Check out her 3-Way Prompt for 10/1/18 to see how it works and to read other awesome Bloggers’ wonderful responses.

A Coming Flood

It’s swamp-hot and sticky
at the ass-end of August,
but it’s cold, damn cold,
in the shriveled remains
of what passes for my soul
as I search for reason
in a world gone mad.

How else to explain my ancient
autumnal angst as anything
other than inherited curse
unless as the wreckage of
the maelstrom wrought up
by raging cultural currents?

Imagine a gently sloping bank,
my thoughts the river rushing by.
I stand sentinel as autumn declines
toward winter, picture fallen leaves
floating on white-tipped waves as
tearful revelations, shouted denials,
red-faced old white men screaming
disbelief their rivals can stoop so low.

The dam of secrecy is springing leaks,
the tear-swelled sea of cleansing
water refuses to remain contained.
Indignant oligarchs know justice comes
and scream their vain defiance.

November nears, and even the hottest
flames of anger and suppression
will not stand against it.  December
will come bitter and cold. But flames
of new hope will rekindle my soul.

17 thoughts on “Damned Cold

  1. Ah…but what is normalcy? If it’s what we had before, then that became this… Now that this has been exposed, ripped open and raw, let’s hope it may finally heal once and for all.

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  2. One of the topics you’ll never see me talk about is politics (except, for now, telling you so…), but, I do appreciate your ability to find the words to describe passionately your feelings and thoughts about it. Kudos to you for that!

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  3. Denny, nice job.

    I agree with Irene. I was glad to see a more positive outlook at the end. I do not know if you could call your poem cynical, but nonetheless I feel that cynicism is a destroyer. I have managed to kill the cynicism in my personal life (I am still amazed at how positive my outlook on life has become), but when it comes to politics and in some cases religion, it still lurks around the corner.

    The present political scene has become very unpleasant. However, I count myself as being fortunate. I am in a loving relationship (Bette); I have a beautiful cat (Baxter); I have parents who are still alive and succour my problems; I am engaged socially with others; I have some talent for writing; I can cook and bake (which I can share with others); I have overcome many issues in my life (e.g. bipolar disease, addiction, physical illnesses, and others); and finally I have not been affected by the recent changes in government.

    Having said this, I feel that having gratitude for the things in my life helps combat the cynicism that does manage to infringe upon my present being.

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