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[title] => Gloomy Day
[time] => 2018-01-03 14:03:37
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[bodytext] => Staring at thick clouds,
like a sheet of raw cotton
stretched across the sky;
small patches of blue
here and there
in spots where the cotton
was stretched too thin.
Even the birds feel
the heavy gloom this day,
so in their nests, they stay;
not one seen flying.
"Looks like rain" I say
as i puff my cigarette
quickly,
hoping to get inside
before the first drops fall.
Days like this
my energy is drained from me;
just want to crawl in bed
and sleep all day.
Maybe the birds
had the right idea
when they stayed in their nests.
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Gloomy Day
Contributed by
nightwolf
on
Wednesday, 3rd January 2018 @ 02:03:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Staring at thick clouds,
like a sheet of raw cotton
stretched across the sky;
small patches of blue
here and there
in spots where the cotton
was stretched too thin.
Even the birds feel
the heavy gloom this day,
so in their nests, they stay;
not one seen flying.
"Looks like rain" I say
as i puff my cigarette
quickly,
hoping to get inside
before the first drops fall.
Days like this
my energy is drained from me;
just want to crawl in bed
and sleep all day.
Maybe the birds
had the right idea
when they stayed in their nests.
Copyright ©
nightwolf
... [
2018-01-03 14:03:37] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Gloomy Day
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
Wednesday, 3rd January 2018 @ 09:59:43 PM AEST (User
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Beautifully written!!! |
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Re: Gloomy Day
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 6th January 2018 @ 01:55:05 AM AEST (User
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I second that!
I gloomy days, rings of
smoke from a smoldering
cigarette, the smoke gets
into your eyes, you tear
up, and say, why do I smoke,
why do I write poetry,
some people in Hawaii
cherish gloomy days,
where they can sit
inside, read a book
listen to music,
I grew up in the midwest
walking to the library
on many a gloomy day
O I am Irish, oh Mary
they say, Oh lovely
Mary, all nestled in
down pillow clouds
from above, the moss
the ground covering
that I love that needs
almost no light,
the rain forest
all lights greenery
a lily pad filled
the pond and
soaked through
the roof leaking
into the sheet rock
dripping from the
ceiling onto
my forehead
a slow drip
with open
eye and
open mouth
it tasted like
chalk
she said
Peace! |
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