Winter doldrums

by Brenda   Dec 15, 2016


I feel as of late
restless of life-
it has created an inertia
of movement,
which has created
a conundrum of backlogged tasks
that stare me in the face
each day.
A myriad of possibilities
just slip through my fingers.
Not unlike trying to capture
a moonbeam-
sleep eludes me until those wee hours
of morn
when the assault of noise
in the form of my alarm
begins to ping at my brain,
rudely trying to roust me
from the cocoon I've spun,
in hopes of staying there until spring-
winter isn't even officially here,
yet I feel this way now.
These are dark days indeed...

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  • 9 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Hi Brenda,

    I like this one especially the cocoon thing. .. it's like you just like to wrapped yourself like a chrysalis and soon to be a butterfly after all the hard days. ..

    Thanks for sharing... sometimes I feel like this too. .. just want to stay all day inside my room....actually in my sister's room when I'm sad. ..

    well done

    Gel

    • 9 years ago

      by Brenda

      THank you Gel. Please don't be sad, sending hugs your way...

  • 9 years ago

    by Belle

    "Winter isn't even officially here yet."

    I love this line. Feels like my life. Very relatable, thank you.

    • 9 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much! I feel it's going to be a long winter, sigh..my life is a series of this sometimes, so I definitely feel ya. Hang in there! Hugs-

  • 9 years ago

    by stormingdance (Lessa)

    Breathless.

    • 9 years ago

      by Brenda

      Thank you so much!

  • 9 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    Breda this is a wonderful write...I can definitely relate to this one! I agree with Syrup on this to, your wording and format is spot on!!!

    Great write

    • 9 years ago

      by Brenda

      Ben, thank you so much! I really appreciate your kind comments.

  • 9 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Oh to bury deep beneath my winter duvet, not to surface until Spring birds call me, tempt me to take. Peek at them on my window sill.

    • 9 years ago

      by Brenda

      Michael, I like where you are going with this-perhaps a write in your future??? I'm beginning to think we all would like to hibernate. Take care and stay warm!

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