I don't wish for much
I cradled my wheel
in a self-dug grave
so that my heaven
isn't a celestial high
but rather a mud-bound sigh
of finally
reaching home again.
@determinedSea4370
Dear Sea,
I believe this is the first poem I’ve read of yours and I’m glad I’ve come across it. This poem is haunting and disturbed me a bit. (Not a bad thing) The “self dug grave” and use of vocabulary like “cradled” and “sigh” gave me an off putting feel. The rhyme scheme—“ isn't a celestial high but rather a mud-bound sigh” I enjoyed quite a bit. I’m curious to what this poem is about in your terms.
In relating to your title of this lovely work “I don’t wish for much” I sure hope I’m not wishing for too much by hoping to see more of your work posted here. Thank you for sharing this.
Sincerely,
Twerp. 🌞
@twerp And thank you for reading! This poem was inspired by advice I got on this platform for my depression- to think about life like being strapped to a wheel that turns. Sometimes you touch heaven and sometimes your head's in the mud, but it always comes back around and no emotion is there to stay forever. I found that I didn't really agree with the 'so high you could touch heaven' part because I've never felt that way. So that must mean my wheel is at a lower level then everyone else's. I would be more than happy if I could even just reach ground level again, forget the heavenly high.
@determinedSea4370 There’s such a quiet, solemn peace in the idea of finding home not in the skies... but in the earth itself. The imagery of a self dug grave and a mud bound sigh feels both heavy and strangely comforting... like surrendering to rest after a long journey. Maybe home isn’t always where we rise, but where we finally stop running. This poem lingers....maybe because I can relate to the emotions portrayed here. Also..... I am glad to see you back with more poems, Determined Sea💙
@azurePond Thank you! I'm glad this poem speaks to you. I'm never consistent with my poetry, but it does feel nice to write again.
