Clouded

He's quite obscure today
and I welcome his absence.
I like it cold and bleak
sometimes.
I can embrace it and reflect
within myself rather than
outside where the leaves
fall.
And the birds sit and call
my name
which makes me anxious
as I don't know why,
but time speaks on as
they do.

The smear of gray
is a reminder of days gone by.
Which turns my heart blue
sometimes.
But also lends a breeze
to wisp through my little soul
and circle the skies with
hope.
A condition to at once cope
without benefit
of generous natural light
that forces me to fly forward,
and conjure a smile on
my own.

Reviews

[Phill Oz O'fee]

We need our 'personal space' for moments of solitude, quality thinking and deliberation. Edward T. Hall (born May 16, 1914 a respected anthropologist) in 1966 published the theory of proxemics; that is the region surrounding each person, or that area which a person considers his domain or territory. Frequently, if entered by another, without this being desired, it makes them feel uncomfortable.

Your wonderful poem of contemplation, self assessment and the need to work things out for ourselves, touches on times like these; reflections we can all relate too!

Well written!

God's Blessing
Phillozofee

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

What a lovely poem - very wispful and elegant. Truly a wonder to read...well expressed. Thank you for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[Emily B]

The sun will shine again tomorrow. Though, like you, I sometimes like to embrace the bleak and cold. These are my favorite lines:

"But also lends a breeze
to wisp through my little soul
and circle the skies with
hope. "

I saw myself in them. And like you, on another day I will conjure a smile. This is one for my favorites.

[Jack of Aces]

nice :)
I'm not sure what it means....gosh i hate to admit that i feel like such an idiot ...lol
but the words are very nice, the lines (to me) don't move naturally from one to another but I can't enter your mind on this one so I duno what else to say...
I think you may have something that is unfinished here is all I can imagine...
still it's real nice ;)

[Raef C. Boylan]

"I like it cold and bleak
sometimes.
I can embrace it and reflect
within myself rather than
outside where the leaves
fall.
And the birds sit and call
my name
which makes me anxious
as I don't know why,
but time speaks on as
they do." - seems here like you've perfected the art of conveying a mood/atmosphere to the reader. I like how this poem seems direct and personal, yet allows us to attach our own associations to it, and has a soothing/drifting quality to it.

Thanks for sharing this with me.

[Angelheaded Hipster]

This causes introspection.....is it better to love and lost, than to never have loved at all? I mean, sometimes, I am inclined to say, yes. Cause there is no better feeling than the butterflies, and the weak knees, and giggling and the intimacy of being with another person. And no, Im not talking about sex. Just to have someone to talk to all the time...to truly let go, and be yourself....
But then, if and when it ends, it's like all the colors fade to a shade less than grey, nothing tastes good, and all they play on the radio is silly trite broken heart songs....Makes one want to stick a sharp pencil in the eardrum....
The imagery you use is so right, and the flow is awesome....So maybe.....they are right.....cause out of sadness comes inspiration like yours...

[Gordon Greene]

Awww... I miss you too!
(JK) Sunlight is such a gift from God that when it is gone we yearn for its return. This is such a lovely poem...

"But also lends a breeze
to wisp through my little soul
and circle the skies with
hope."

to wisp through my little soul... circle the skies with hope... to at once cope without the benefit of generous natural light...

All such wonderful lines filled with forethought and honest insight.

Gordon

[Stacy A. Foster]

Conjure a smile on my own... marvelous! Love the way this ends (independent and hopeful, while reflective).

The pic is gorgeous. Just looking at it makes me feel warm and I want to squint.

And the birds sit and call
my name
which makes me anxious
as I don't know why,
but time speaks on as
they do.

Don't worry, birds calling my name would make me anxious too. :)

Nice.
Stacy

[Fran Marie]

A condition to at once cope
without benefit
of generous natural light
that forces me to fly forward,
and conjure a smile on
my own.

Sometimes we need the "clouded' days to search for the clearer vision within ourselves~(hope that makes sense) also your ending ties it all up rather nicely on a hopeful note~WelL DonE!~Fran Marie~

[Ladysue]

Jenny, my favorite lines are,
A condition to at once cope
without benefit
of generous natural light
that forces me to fly forward,
and conjure a smile on
my own.
I can identify with this write and these lines are very hopeful and profound.

[Dezaraye]

A condition to at once cope
without benefit
of generous natural light
that forces me to fly forward,
and conjure a smile on
my own.

I love these lines. You're so hopeful here. Sometimes it hurts to conjure a smile on our own, but it feels so good to accomplish. Beautiful piece.