(no subject)
It’s 7:38.
I don’t have much time.
I’ve got to write a poem with a reason or a rhyme.
It’s 7:39.
It’s getting far too late.
I’ve got a thirst for brilliance,
that a few minutes won’t sate.
Right now it’s Friday night,
the day after the meal,
I wanted to talk of love and of light,
I wanted to discuss how I feel.
But it’s too late for that.
It’s 7:42.
It’s too late for anything deep.
Too late to get all blue.
Too late to bring you close to sleep,
then lighten up the mood.
Now it’s 7:43,
people are moving up.
I’ve introduced the scene,
but as of yet, there’s no point.
Here then, is my attempt,
loosely put, out of joint:
The theme for this age is thanksgiving,
and we all know that we can thank.
We can thank for food, family and friends
we can thank for the means to reach our ends.
it’s 7:46
I’ve still reached no point,
but here is my point,
loosely put, out of joint.
I’m writing this poem,
in a bubble of time,
I’ve been put out for weeks,
I’ve not made a rhyme.
I’ve not written words,
I’ve not felt much joy,
I’ve been treating my life,
like a rather dull toy.
On Monday I arrived here, from a bog
and on Tuesday I survived, the end, I hope
of a month of solid brainfog.
I’ve lived in the south,
Rambled circles from my mouth,
I’ve lived my life with the impulsiveness
of a sick dog.
And here I am now, back at home,
and it is 7:49.
And here I am now, writing this poem.
And this poem is mine.
But this poem is written from darkness to light
this poem is written from a yearning to bright
this poem might seem to be quick written fluff
but it’s a symbol, that
of apathy,
I’ve had quite enough.
The ending to a month of brainfog,
the ending to my month as a sick dog,
the re-awakening of a person who cares:
I’m aware,
that this is thanks to the positive energy
the teamwork and the synergy
of the Morrisons and the Reeds.
So in that sense thanksgiving
is a time for thanksgiving
and though this poem is not riveting
it is full of meaning.
It’s 7:52.
And I’m still feeling blue.
But my mind has formed a tunnel,
that I am walking through.
Give thanks to the food,
the family, and friends,
and give thanks to the chances for light,
that never end.