it's been days and days.
many
many
more than one day.
so many days that
memory did forget
any other days that
were not as this day.
gray
dull
listless, lifeless,
soundless swirl.
blending endlessly
each day
into
every day.
some day
begins.
no day
ends.
many
many
more than one day.
so many days that
memory did forget
any other days that
were not as this day.
gray
dull
listless, lifeless,
soundless swirl.
blending endlessly
each day
into
every day.
some day
begins.
no day
ends.
8 comments:
Grey day can also be grade A.
Clever, Mr. Newbery.
You know the blues (though not gray) will do you more harm than a walk in some fresh air or a rainstorm or anywhere that has no four walls.
You have hit what my sleep cycle is like far to often. It can be hell but usually, now that I am not required to push beyond my means, it's as you say, "...blending endlessly, each day into every day. No day ends."
There is humor, and memories, loves lost but very much enjoyed, fights and struggles and other things won and occasionally lost. Just remember you have those.
We now know everything going on when an older dog or cat runs rampant... while they sleep. Thrashing in memories of a time past.
True, Mark. Although, this poem reflects more on the rainy, gray, sunless weather we've had for nearly a week. OK, some of it is my mood, too.
Doom, (once again in spam)
"thrashing in memories"- I really like that.
ugh, those kind of days, eh? hope there is a bit of sunshine outside and inside your life now.
Foam, the rain finally stopped, clouds gone and sunshine dominates.
Now all I have to do is get myself out of the house to enjoy it.
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