He took my cares from me
now I care for nothing.
He buried them
behind his granny's barn
in a wooden box
with a broken hinge.
All of these carefree days
are as empty as a virgin's womb,
so I feign interest in everything,
but fool no one,
and I ruin my back
forcing a rusted spade
through thick Nebraska soil
on a fruitless search
for rotten concerns
for something I need
for something or someone
that needs me.
there's so much about this that makes me want to cry ... and want to watch and episode of desperate housewives (i'm such a sucker for trash tv). i like how our girl doesn't just lay down and be content to live and die, robbed of her spirit, content to be a shadow of her former self before he came and took it away. still it's heartbreaking to witness someone's desperate search, that might come too late or just in time for some small fragment of hope at the end of a hunt. i think we all have rusty spades to dig with, and eventually we all go out behind someone's house or barn or 4th floor walk up and start to look for hope. for something to hold close and be relieved that there is a place and a person for you out there still. that complete happiness can be yours again. so though i want to cry, i felt that there was hope in this, though a very desolate kind. thanks, as always, for sharing your work with us. =]
Interesting way to turn that around, making carefree a bad thing. I can attest first hand to the digging up of your dreams being fruitless. I'm still digging, but certain "cares" are never coming back. It's like innocence; once lost you can't ever attain it again.
If it's depressing, then I guess I'm depressed. I'm faving it.
Well I received a strong first impression from this and I am having trouble letting go of it. There are probably different interpretations, but in mine I'm wondering if at the end you should be searching for someone you need and someone who needs you? Instead of things? But nice, haunting. Dave
very interesting, this is. without a care in the world... yeah, that seems impossible. we need to have things and people to care about in our life, or what's the point? i like how you go digging at the end, searching for those cares 'cause your life is so empty without them.
He buried them Behind his granny's barn In a wooden box With a broken hinge
i like this image a lot. who is it who took your cares away? who is this mysterious "he?" great write!
do you know the book called "The unbearable lightness of being" (I guess that's what it's called, I have just the German title in my mind)?? your poem reminded me of this one. we need the heavy, the burdens or something we care and worry about. we can't enjoy being so "light", being careless. I liked the beginning very much. the image of he burying it behind his granny's barn. a really good poem. even if you recycled something. who cares?? just don't tell. I do it all the time, too.
I like this idea of hiding your cares away forever and trying to act like you care. And the last few lines are priceless. I think it's interesting the way you wrote about having all the cares, stored them away, and now yearned for something, something more. Great write. You really made me think with this. :) -blt
You've captured an emptiness here that I trust garnered some form of relief. "He took my cares...buried them in his granny's back yard" is so poignant, "Now I care for nothing" is a slam dunk description of lost love's effect on us. But the fact that you're still searching for the lost part of of you is apparent, "And I ruin my back, Forcing a rusted spade Through thick Nebraska soil On a fruitless search For rotten concerns.."
Well I'm heart broken too, if you can find me in the dirt, we'll cry together. It's a great piece, dear. Hugs and my sincere congratudolences, Nan
dark and powerful. I just wonder what happened to you to inspire these dark pieces. the emptiness here is represented brilliantly through your use of metiphore and simile. (empty as a virgin's womb, the empty box) thanks again for sharing