Sunday, July 2, 2017

Poem: Pile of Words

Do you know what today is? It’s the celebration of my 100th blog post! (Okay, maybe it’s not that exciting.)

*throws confetti* *scrambles for chocolate* *runs around singing opera*

Let’s celebrate!

And now, time for my monthly poem. This one is a bit darker than usual, unfortunately. But that’s the thing about language. It’s used not just to communicate the joys in our life but also the sorrows.

The following poem is one of the few that I’ve written that deals with depression. Some days I struggle with doubt and self-pity, which of course drives me crazy. Despite my enjoyment of books, there are some days I don’t want to read. Despite my appreciation for language, there are some days I don’t want to speak or to write.

Yet somehow, I managed to write the following poem on such a day.

Pile of Words

I’m buried under
            a pile of words…
Nothing but these words

Words of yesterday,
words of tomorrow,
ones of happiness,
ones of sorrow.

I cannot feel
            the tips
of my fingers
            under this mountain…

I’ve used up my word quota
is this…



On a lighter note, as promised, I have compiled a book pyramid out of the all the books in my personal library. Yes, it was hard. No, I will probably never, ever do it again. Your welcome.

The Universe at the center of the book pyramid.
Photo credit: Valaria Klein
Building the book pyramid. My sister handed me books
and kept trying to run off with others while I assembled this mountain.
Photo credit: Valaria Klein

The final product! (In full color.) My sis' said it looks more like a cone than a pyramid. Thoughts?


Similar posts: Bury Me and Small Talk

Let’s chat! Sorry if I drove you crazy with the poem’s weird punctuation, but I think it accurately represents a certain level of apathy. What did you think of the poem? How about the book pyramid? What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for a good photo/video? 

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