Associating color to given days, moods or anything else gives them more of an identity, it helps (at least me) have a clearer idea of how to feel about things. I know I’m little out of topic here, but thats what came to my mind. I like how there’s barely any punctuation and no full stops, it makes me second guess is it really “Seasonal blues” the lack of full stops makes it feel like a continuous thing.
Kind of sad, but I enjoyed reading it!
Colour comparisons to human emotions are always relevant. In these times of restrictions and with the pending Winter, your feelings are valid. With each passing day, the colours turn like an Autumn leaf.
Very relatable to correlate colors with perception and how our state of mind is affected. I'm so used to your longer poems, that this almost made my heart ache MORE, because it feels like a part of you is defeated. Thinking that it could just be winter, and therefore the cold and dark is more prevalent, or wondering if despite winter, even if it was another season, would it still be like this? It can be discouraging trying to attribute it to one thing. The doubts, the uncertainty. The use of "just" here to almost downplay it was even more sad, because it's not something we can will ourselves to change. With seasonal depression, there can be tips and tricks to help it, but it can absolutely feel debilitating and something we just have to roll with until there are brighter moments that are more easy for us to latch on and warm up to.
I mean, the way our days turn out and how we feel about them depend solely on the attitude we choose to take as the day comes along. We can have negative experiences but if our attitude is focused on looking at the bright side despite how crappy the day goes, we can end up feeling different?
Just sharing thoughts that popped to my head.
I sometimes feel the same way as in the poem.
7 months ago
by Keira Pickard
This is so good ...and relateable. I think we all have darker days, then wonder if it is something like tiredness, exhaustion or , as your poem goes, Winter, when really it's just yourself. Excellent.