trapped?

Lillian hosts dVerse poets pub where she’s serving quadrilles till sunrise.

dark cloud
gathers
over house,
heavy weight
of self-pity
settles in;
crawls into
bed with
depression to
brood sombre
mood;
unsettling
helpless inhabitants
who desire respite
but cannot
escape
shadow of
“woe-is-poor-me”
midnight feeling
…unless
faith dawns
miraculous
at sunrise.

moisture’s dew point

Kim at dVerse Poets hosts “rain” quadrille (44 words) prompt this week…

 

mist hangs thin veil

covers landscape, 

shrouds horizon.

sky heavy with humidity

air’s mood presses in,

mildly claustrophobic;

when clouds cannot rain.

 

hair hangs thick veil

covers face,

shrouds emotion.

heart heavy with futility

mind’s mood presses in,

wildly claustrophobic;

when tears cannot reign.

 

 

blues on a window(pain)

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

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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