Free verse № 135814
Ennui
Prisms flash off icy sputum hawked by
an angry sky, every spicule as sharp
as a butcherâs blade.
Glowering clouds bunch their eyebrows
as tongues of fog lick at windows.
Tiny people below are hunched against
the fingers of chill sliding inside
their collars, nipping with delight as they
slip from fog to building to sidewalk.
Their movements, jerky as old movie film.
Lethargic light cannot penetrate the gloom.
It is a day for a good book and a long nap.
A day for inertia of body and soul alike.
Suck sweet chocolate between the teeth,
wrap up in cozy blankets, burrow down,
emerge only when the mood is gone.
11 comments
Thank you for the periods and the clarifications. It's better now.
the first version.
and other health issues. But I am trying to be a big girl and use suggestions, not go postal. This info made everything clear for me. . .
I know that somehow that will be wrong too and bring wrath.
I am sliding off into the sunset, as I can't get the hang
of things.
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