Saturday, January 10, 2015

The Sunday Whirl/ Condemned to Wait for Spring

Condemned to Wait for Spring

the day is a single shade of      grey          visibility low     colder than a witch's tit

the contents of the landscape      trees      buildings      cattle in the fields

slowly move in and out of view      like ships in the channel      signal their presence

the sound of the fog horn                          echoes

the mountains are rendered invisible       a general feeling of ennui is generated

loss           sadness           longing              the unknown

hang from bare branches of the trees      whose outlines are like lace

against the sky's single shade of       grey

how to channel springtime      see it             smell it                           make it real

when one is huddled on a park bench alone      wrapped in the news

                                                against the cold

fingers smell of inky substance      words mumbled      tumble into place

like the small ball on a spinning roulette wheel      rolling around & around

                                                dropping into a compartment

when the wheel stops      numbers revealed      creating a list of winners & losers

condemned to capitulate     the game is over    ...i am condemned to wait for spring

                                                                          in a single shade of grey

January 10, 2015


Sherry Blue Sky said...

I feel that greyness - here we have endless fog......we share the ennui. Yet spring will be an anniversary, too, of when this year's journey began. We will be trekking for some miles more, my friend.

Brian Miller said...

the grey can be pretty overpowering this time of year....
and once it takes over, about all we can do is wait for spring..

Jae Rose said...

Every word and hue captures this feeling so very well Annell...we are alone in grey and yet there is a connection..i hope i hope xo

vivinfrance said...

I know that feeling well. But cheer up, on my walk this morning I was cheered by the sight of primroses smiling at me from the grassy bank. Spring is on the way.

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

You've painted the greyness of winter well. May spring green brighten your part of the world soon!

keiths ramblings said...

Behind the grey is blue. It's there you just can't see it.