Laundry fades on line
rain laden streaky grey clouds
slide down to drown threads
Laundry fades on line
rain laden streaky grey clouds
slide down to drown threads
Bleak window view
wet flakes sliding slowly on glass
she wipes her cheeks dry
A brief meeting
left me sad
a wistful cloud
following a flurry of activity
She arrived unexpectedly
colorful
purple
vibrant
and chatted rapidly
fidgeting
unable to stand still
not a moment of silence
Her arms moved like a captured bird
fluttering
floundering
feathers ruffled
She had grown beautiful
since our last encounter
I wanted to speak
soundless words
left my lips
stampeded by her staccato speech
trampled
As quickly as she arrived
she disappeared
a rush of good byes
no meeting of the eyes
out the door
an amethyst whirlwind departure
I wanted to laugh
to cry
to retain some of the dynamic energy
but the moment passed
I remained
deflated
the buoyancy of the encounter
drifting away
with the closing of the door
“You make a life out of what you have, not what you’re missing.” – Kate Morton
disappointment
again
lump in throat
waiting for a call that doesn’t come
mind racing
to account for reason why
thoughts toss and tumble
adrift on rough waters
of stormy emotions
tears surface but do not fall
a blind barrier
camouflaged by past hunts
to make sense of behaviour
has arisen
resignation
sadness
suffuse the room
blocking sunlight
covering all with a blanket of grey melancholy
although much has changed
much remains the same
Today is a melancholy day
Last night ‘lack of confidence’ arrived
along with her companion ‘cynicism’
followed closely by ‘sadness’ and ‘depression’
It’s a crowd
my soul balks at their presence
Rose colored glasses were trampled in haste
as these visitors clambered to enter my day
before my eyes were fully awake
An opaque shroud of blurred vision
with a fearful tinge of imagined obstacles
was left behind
the ‘Bogey man’ under the bed
who rode in on the coattails of these intruders
Misty grey skies
echo my somber mood
I have invited rest
to keep me company
as I hope sleep will escort
these uninvited callers elsewhere
while my eyes are closed