Blotted
The clouds blotted
the color from the sky
leaving cool grey
to whisper its song
My melancholy sang along
and peered to find the sun
The path was strewn
with trash and disregard
and I stepped over it
too tired to fight
the battle of apathy
the arrogrance of self absorption
Birds remained hidden
and clustered in trees
ignoring their hunger
and opting for safety
Quietly chirping tomorrow will be better
fluttering wings agree
I lock the door
against the day
forget my purpose in tumbling from bed
pull the ratty sweater around me
Nod my head to inner thoughts
Quiet my dreams for another day.
copyright 2008
May 6, 2008 at 9:30 pm
This is hauntingly good. “The path was strewn with trash and disregard,” and “ignoring their hunger and opting for safety” really got me.
oooh, I like that hauntingly good - it actually is a good description of that day.
Annie
May 6, 2008 at 11:14 pm
Beautiful Annie.
“leaving cool grey
to whisper its song
My melancholy sang along
and peered to find the sun”
You never cease to amaze me….
Aw, Bella, you’re too sweet to me. Amazing how weather can inspire, isn’t it?
Annie
May 7, 2008 at 2:25 am
Oh Annie, you should do this more; it’s wonderful. “My melancholy sang along and peered to find the sun” is a poem unto itself - beautiful.
Hi Simonne,
Actually, truth be told, I do it a lot. If you want to know where, email me. I don’t know about that one line being its own poem, but could be a good first line for a story perhaps?
xo
Annie
May 7, 2008 at 9:30 am
this is wonderful, so very wonderful !!
Thanks, darlin’ - high praise coming from such an accomplished poet.
Annie
May 7, 2008 at 9:33 am
Beautiful poetry. But it is hard for me to understand the last line for it is hard for me to quiet my dreams. They have a tendecy to be quite loud.
Yes, my friend, I can easily imagine how very chatty your dreams might be.
Annie
May 7, 2008 at 10:28 am
I am not always good at figuring out meanings in poetry. But this made me think of coming home on a dreary bad day and that cuddly feeling you get when you finally get in bed. It kind of relaxed me. Beautifully written.
I am gonna put you on my links if ya don’t mind
Hi Jez,
I too, often struggle with the poet’s message - but it seems you read my mind on this one.
I’m honored that you would add me to your links. I’ll happily return the favor.
Annie
May 7, 2008 at 12:14 pm
I like quiet. I almost prefer it.
Damn good job, Annie.
Yup, Red…quiet is good. Though today the sun is out and I always feel cheerier then.
Annie
May 7, 2008 at 1:52 pm
Nice honey…I’ve never seen wetaher as inspiring before now
My apologies for my absence this week…all will be back to normal by the weekend I’m told…and I must surely owe you an email too…although it’s not too far from friday night I guess…
hugs and kisses for your patience my sweet…
No worries, I know what you’re up to - and your time doesn’t belong to me.
Annie
May 8, 2008 at 1:16 pm
And aren’t people jealous that you know too! lololololololol…..
We’ll talk soon sweetie
I have no idea if anyone is jealous or not - I’m clueless.
A
May 9, 2008 at 10:43 pm
Wow, this is beautiful..now my thoughts go to the old Sat Night Live with the Deep Thoughts section..
You are so talented.
LOL Ange, deep thoughts and Saturday Night Live seem to be at odds with one another.
Annie