Blues crept shyly into heart and mind to shadow skin,
revealing yet invisible that sorrow had now claimed,
a place to hide in every cell and shivering, dancing hair;
so was the mood encompassed and the moment blamed.
Eyes widened to allow the tears to gather skirts and fall,
that drench of grief which tipped upon the edge of flesh,
and so was waiting, ready then to tumble into sight;
crippled feeling laid in tender rest on memory's breast.
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This is pretty, yet sad for the crippling feeling ;)
ReplyDeleteVery sad but well written ~ I specially like this part:
ReplyDeleteEyes widened to allow the tears to gather skirts and fall,
that drench of grief which tipped upon the edge of flesh,
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Oh yes, I know the feeling - how blues creep slowly into the heart.
ReplyDeleteTo paint it blue... those days.. really touching they way you describe how it seeps into every pore-
ReplyDeleteTurns me a bit bluesy just to read this...you have captured well what the "mood encompassed and the moment blamed"
ReplyDeleteLovely!
ReplyDeleteI know that phrase "blues crept.... " lovely evocation of sadness
ReplyDeleteA depressing mood may be good for a start as whatever mood thereafter is something better! Nicely Roslyn!
ReplyDeleteHank
Your poem is sad and beautiful and made me feel like I was drowning in blue. Very nice!
ReplyDeletethe skirts of tears are evocative
ReplyDeleteand the shy blues