Keep it bleak.
Feel the crisp and gloomy dawn
Linger just outside your thermal
Layers.
Blast it with fingers of
Meandering breath condensed.
No show,
No tinselled, lighted
Spiced extravaganza.
Reach out
Past your homely, papered
Comfort zone of sloth.
Gilesy 16.12.12
What a beautiful scene of physical apathy, perhaps emotional, too! Your poem is really nice and thought provoking...Love this post very much...
ReplyDeleteThere's a bit of apathy, but watching children being shot, people starving, bombs dropping on Syrians etc is making me rather contemplative and despising of shopping and ostentation,
DeleteThis sounds genuine and real to me.
ReplyDeletePoem and image..such a good match!
It's genuinely grey and miserable here, wet as well
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That's a part of life, Giles :-)
ReplyDeleteIf you let the evil of the world ruin your joy. Then Satan/evilwins
ReplyDeleteSatan/evil wins
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