Drenched

Summary

The poem "Drenched" by Jonathan Greene expresses the feeling of being emotionally overwhelmed and burdened by daily life, despite not physically being out in the rain.

Abstract

In the poem "Drenched," Jonathan Greene metaphorically describes a state of emotional saturation, likening it to being soaked in a downpour. The speaker feels weighed down by emotions, comparing the heaviness to carrying 33 pounds on a fragile frame. The poem conveys the struggle of holding up appearances while internally feeling like collapsing. It captures the essence of being emotionally drenched due to the monotony of daily life, self-doubt, and the overwhelming state of the world, leading to a desire to retreat and find solace in isolation until the emotional storm passes.

Opinions

The author expresses a profound sense of emotional heaviness, akin to being physically drenched.
There is a palpable sense of fatigue from the constant internal struggle and the effort required to maintain an appearance of strength.
The poem suggests a shared human experience of struggle, implying that everyone is dealing with their own internal storms.
The speaker reveals a longing for relief and a reset, symbolized by the desire to lay in a puddle that could transform into a beach with the return of the sun.
The metaphor of rain and the act of wringing out clothes reflects the need to release emotional burdens.
The poem conveys a sense of isolation and the wish to emerge from this emotional confinement when the world feels safer and more welcoming.

A Poem

I haven’t been out much but I feel so waterlogged like I am holding 33 pounds of extra emotional weight on a sturdy body built with fragile bones As if my appearance says I can hold it up, but my insides want to collapse on themselves and become soup

You know the feeling when the rain has poured down on you and your clothes hold all the water as if you could wring your shirt out and fill a baby pool and each step is sobbing with you until you release all of the extra weight by undressing yourself?

That’s how I feel, drenched with the downpour of daily ennui and hyperbolic confusion and self-flagellation and propping myself back up because we are all struggling and then I’m so tired and so full of all of this rain even though it’s not raining and I’ve been inside

Soaked to the bone with uncertainty and constantly fearful and paranoid about the state of the world I just want to drown in this puddle or at least lay on my back and use it as a pool and wade through it until the puddle becomes a beach and the sun shines back on the world and allows me out again because until that happens I will remain inside, drenched

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