Taste of last night still in my mouth
Last night's mascara smudged around my eyelids
Still dazed, I stumble
Down into the world
Outside echoes my mood
The one green spot looks as though it is about to be overtaken by the all-encompassing gray that is late January
And the gray and green
The scent of coffee, bitter, hovers in the air
Like the green that is slowly fading
The word "muster" comes to mind
And it, once so grand, so proud and brave and determined, seems tired and stale
It would have mustered, had it not already
Again it would have sallied forth
Had it not been tired out from a constant stiff upper lip
I would have mustered
Had I not already sallied forth
Not already been exhausted from that front, that stiff upper lip
Maybe I see a little green coming back from that tired tree
Maybe the gray might be receding
Maybe I can try to muster again
I really have no idea where this came from... But here it is.
ReplyDeleteHello,
ReplyDeleteI like the piece. And I like this blog of yours.I will keep visiting this blog.
My favorite part:
Maybe I see a little green coming back from that tired tree
Maybe the gray might be receding
These lines seem tangible and vivid to me.
Good luck,
ZAHRA
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