I must remind myself daily
that it is not me.
The clouds sit heavily
filling the deep valley.
There is no wind to fill my sails.
every effort to move on is doomed to fail.
I sit and ponder and sometimes wail.
My spirit locked in by clouds like the tightest jail.
I am in the dull doldrums, so it seems.
Sun hides in mourning as I try to dream
of gardens and beaches… such light-filled themes.
Ohio winters’ dull doldrums make me scream.
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Fog and drizzle
drizzle and fog
underwrap
overwrap
low to the ground.
Creep and slide
slide and creep
outside in
inside out
locked up all around.
Soaked and soft
soft and soaked
daylight on
nightlight off
nowhere to be found.
Confused and befuddled
befuddled and confused
sleeping awake
awakening sleep
constantly turned around.
Sun where are you ?
where have you gone ?
Lonely and forgotten
forgotten and alone
my senses confound.
The rain keeps coming down.
And down, and down,
and down.
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Brewed tea cools in the cup
held by cold hands warming up
while teeth chatter
and the mind clatters
through the early morning fog
clearing thoughts
mangled and strangled
by deep sleep.
Crossing all borders of energy
at too high a frequency
where multiple realities
cluster and gather.
The first sip of tea
clears it all away,
and grounds words that sway
safe, on solid earth,
an anchor and a base
of lower frequency
that is surely me.
I am stardust captured long ago
by mother earth.
Stardust still resides inside,
contained by my mortality,
waiting to be set free
to higher densities.
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Hiding the details,
heavy mists rise from over-heated earth
thus, we cannot see.
annarino writes 