Days Like These
The rain and storm curves around my kites of bliss and challenges them to compete in the air for life
I have feared, I have lost at the hands of tribulation
I lean and bend as far as the rushes will take
Until they are ripped from the banks, tormented by waters ceaseless falling, flowing dripped and steed in wrenching floods
I am not alone, but it sure feels like it
The lights went out for hours and all I could do was sleep and then sleep some more. Deeply surrendered to a vacuum dreams sucked out of my head
If I were alone in a void
I would know of thee even though we seem to be far apart a passing breeze tells me you are there and I have brushed your cheek.
The editor’s note my alignment of words and thought tend to opt for elaboration, it is a tedious task that is arduous but seeks to transform something complex into a feeling. Oh crap, I think I will go feed the compost with shredded poetry and hope the earth can make something better of it than I can.
I am not a sad writer, just one that is a bit lazy today
The weather bluster of darkness looms in the air with gray, and I fear my new mood swing will take on more damage, once again; I am given this vacant space of pondering to write in.
If only there was someone to listen and say,
“Yeah I get that, and its all right.”