The days are beginning to blur;
circuitous rockery, dark green foliage cutting through
empty avenues
and ambiguity calls to me— Spring is cruel at times,
blooming riotously despite absence of feeling within.
Physically drained,
that is perhaps easier to make out
but what of the hours when one is alone on a bench of thoughts?
I refrain from telling stories,
they are often open-ended and misleading—
dear reader, whose side are you on?
The world’s chaotic and hostile minds sparkle with merriment;
and I,
I am the weed in their otherwise perfectly manipulated rose garden—
a teardrop as I dance in the rain;
I am a rebel on the go and I am leaving the lights on.
Photo credits: Lisa Gordon Photography
Day Twenty-five ~ Artistic Interpretations: Willard Asylum
Skylover Wordlist: Rockery 💝
I’m glad some of us are committed to Light! We need positivity, I think, alongside awareness of the dark.
Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you 💄❤️
I’m glad you went with light, Sanaa, as the asylum theme was so very dark, but that’s what they did in asylums, left lights on to observe the inmates at night, which is very creepy.
You’ve captured the lockdown atmosphere in the opening line, the blurring, the ‘circuitous rockery, dark green foliage cutting through / empty avenues’, and the ‘hours when one is alone on a bench of thoughts’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you liked it 💄❤️
Love this, I especially like “ I am the weed in their otherwise perfectly manipulated rose garden—” I can relate to the whole of it🌹❣️🙏
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so good to see you 💄❤️
Yes, be light…You are light, delightfully so…Love how you opened the poem “The days are beginning to blur; circuitous rockery, dark green foliage cutting through empty avenues”
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it 💄❤️