Friday, July 23, 2010

Dark is the day,...

dark as the night
when the flowers close
and the petals fall.

Clouds ever deepen
rumbling afar
It feels like a waiting
closed up in a jar.

Air at a standstill
no sound at all
save the thoughts in my head
The darkest of all.

5 comments:

Ms. Anthropy said...

I hate my dark thoughts.

~Onreeone~ said...

lovely poem...I'm not a fan of my dark thoughts- but can't you hear the crickets out there tonight. I love there sound, I find it soothing. New follower here- Love your Blog

Onreeone

Joe Cap said...

I am listening to what you write.

Confessions of a Closet Hoarder but you can call me Judy said...

Beautiful poem. Dark thoughts are hard to handle sometimes. I spent enough time there when I was younger that I try really hard not to go back there anymore. Hard not to sometimes, though.

Linda Medrano said...

This is a gorgeous poem, Love.