Sunday, October 09, 2011

ain't no sunshine...

it's been days and days.
more than one day.
so many days that
memory did forget
any other days that
were not as this day.
listless, lifeless,
soundless swirl.
blending endlessly
each day
every day.
some day
no day


J Cosmo Newbery said...

Grey day can also be grade A.

Jean said...

Clever, Mr. Newbery.

the walking man said...

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.

Doom said...

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.

Jean said...

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.

Jean said...

Doom, (once again in spam)
"thrashing in memories"- I really like that.

foam said...

ugh, those kind of days, eh? hope there is a bit of sunshine outside and inside your life now.

Jean said...

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.