Dim Day Blues
Dim Day Blues
Tony DeLorger © 2016
The dim day hangs low,
its weighted plumes like grey disdain,
filled with light-less frosted chill,
and sad refrains in thoughts of ill.
Marshmallow weed like umbrellas on masse,
bow to intermittent raindrop falls,
and sway they do in contiguous rap,
for all their stretching growth on tap.
And blue the mood yet no hues to find,
a skyless blanket of stifled breath,
as winter edges its way to days,
forgotten light and joy bereft.
And in my sanctum, my warm repose,
through frosted pane and darkness bleak,
I wander mind for words and rhyme,
to sate this low of mirthless peak.
And so life resides in words alive,
not flower gaze or sun to rise,
and pleasured things are memories given,
far from chills and winter’s deliver.
Yet, there is a beauty in this bound affray,
hiding sun and veils deep,
attuned to mother’s every whim,
her beauteous strokes of diversity’s sins.
And so my words begin to paint,
a darkness filled of beauty’s scope,
dim of day and still of mind,
another palette of what she evokes.
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Some very interesting images and rhyme scheme in this poem, Tony. I enjoyed the read.
Pleased you enjoyed it and thanks for your kind words. Cheers!