What I sometimes fail to notice in my moroseness
What I sometimes fail to notice in my moroseness
The corn
in the corner of your eye;
the joke that floats in that blue
trying to rescue me from mine;
the bird song not made by my phone–
actually I do listen to it–but which,
in the absence of the smiles that glisten
on your fingertips, often lures me
into loss;
the sauce that is your teasing
of my bemoan;
your seriousness that says, but we are here now.
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Poem of sorts for the wonderful M’s “get listed” challenge on Real Toads. The drawing (kind of goofy) is mine also; all rights reserved.
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ManicDDaily 
July 8, 2017 at 4:52 am
Dark depths are as isolating as they are freezing, and the other — what beloveds who still hover around us, human, animal or celestial — are flickers of a surface world, like guides down from an inverted mountain. That light is hurtful, like waking. Keep writing.
July 8, 2017 at 6:25 am
We are here now… Something to keep in mind, especially when life makes one morose.
July 8, 2017 at 9:41 am
rescue me from mine… that is a most excellent writing that I would like to have on a t-shirt.
July 8, 2017 at 10:58 am
Thanks so much, Bjorn.
July 8, 2017 at 10:45 am
“the sauce that is your teasing of my bemoan” I love that line.
July 8, 2017 at 10:50 am
This is fantastic, Karin. I am especially captivated by these:
“The corn
in the corner of your eye”
“the joke that floats in that blue”
“the sauce that is your teasing”
July 8, 2017 at 10:59 am
Thank you, Shawna–I know you have a punster’s sense of humor also–k.
July 8, 2017 at 1:12 pm
As others have noted, the lines they have pulled – they are most exceptional – and this piece, it speaks of the morose, and how sometimes, it is indeed the others, who will attempt to pull us back to a lighter understanding, place or perspective – even when we resist. This is such a powerful piece.
July 8, 2017 at 1:17 pm
Thanks so much. K.
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July 10, 2017 at 11:59 am
I love how you conjure up two blues here and i wonder at their relative hues. Here we are and blue is blue…or not 😉
July 31, 2017 at 2:06 am
i’m only now getting around to reading people who posted to my prompt – and didn’t write for it myself. I’m glad you did. tender, intimate, and the right touch of melancholy, but with a wry smile ~