my magenta bed cover
mocks me. my turquoise
night wear clashes with that.
I fumble on the mattress
and let mists of sleep
block me out
nightly shadows
cast furtive glances
on the mirror
when morning sounds wake me up
the sun looks down on me
fern on my window too mocks me
magenta turns to maroon gold
I stare at it unseeingly.
misty tears trickle
fast and furious.
I am stuck with my closed plans
how do I open them now?
Love the last two lines.
ReplyDeleteinteresting!
ReplyDeletePlans open anew, the always do...
ReplyDelete...rob
Image & Verse
Nice, simple, direct, compact, all good qualities. And it all rides so well into the equally condensed ending lines which really add to the momentum of the poem. Nice job, very nice!
ReplyDeleteGreat description and an emotional quality, a frustration, in both stanzas.
ReplyDelete-Nicole
I love the last stanza! Wow!
ReplyDeletePamela
open up to the air
ReplyDeletelet your heart pound
breath all the sounds
feel the wind around
can you hear silence
when all you need is sound
feel the wild wind
let go to the howl
its gonna be peace day ahead
I like how the clashing colors in the first lines set the tone for the rest of the piece.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Raven- great emotion and description of frustration. I have written one with the same tone years ago when my children were young, and the weather was grey...
ReplyDeleteIndia! I love cooking the foods of your country- I had personal lessons
I love the question at the end, opening up all sorts of speculation.
ReplyDeleteI like the trip in this one...
ReplyDeleteHi Gautami,
ReplyDeleteI really like the lines:
'mists of sleep/block me out'
and
'magenta turns maroon gold'
a lot of different emotions in this...I enjoyed it
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