grey | a poem in my pocket

blues on a window(pain)

10 Oct 2016 37 Comments

Linking “cloud” quadrille (44 word poem) with dVerse Poets…(photo by lynn)

monday mood

in layers of grey

lowering, glowering

clouds are shrouds

for secret fears

and private tears

as each soul

only knows of

its own sorrows;

cannot fathom another’s

though true sisters/brothers

might try to sigh

with kindred spirit’s cry

in overcast

empathy.

“Each heart knows its own bitterness… ” -Proverbs 14:10

19 Apr 2016 14 Comments

Taste this fog,

stir like pea soup;

thick, steamy, heady

moist air presses.

Watercolor of wet

still-life landscape,

paint no background;

grey droplets spatter.

Pickup headlights

float, pierce the misty

curtain as eery shapes

of cow ghosts appear.