And the Grass Turns Brown

Time passes away.

Day becomes night.

Drags me away like a waning light.

I pass back and forth through the portal so many times,

I don't know which side I'm on anymore.

It hammers me.

Taking its toll.

Weakened by each spin of the globe.

Wearying woe takes hold.

Extracting a little bit more soul each time.

I want to feel.

Something.

Anything.

I become a recalcitrant, reticent recluse.

Hard and callous.

Anesthetized.

My smile drained in a stoic stalemate.

His bony finger beckons.

His scythe cuts me down ...

... and the grass turns brown ...

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such a sadness here.. yet so finely laid in elegant phrasing.. in fact a somehow controlled path of thought, not as haphazard as perhaps you believe.. or need to, maybe. Your words spiral then lay waiting for the kiss of reason.

'I want to feel. Something. Anything.'

There comes a time surely smiles have to make their own move, else time will take away the morning when you wake and see the brown turn to green as green.. covered with yellow daisies. There has to be daisies, you just need to want them..

I always call this kind of mood.. a beautiful sadness..

[Pete]

such beauty emanates from your soul and through your words & thoughts. couldn't have explained it better myself. thanks em!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I'm curious to know how you were inspired to write this, Pete. There's a presence about it I find quite chilling...like the scythe that cuts you down.

[Pete]

thanks for reading kelly. i honestly don't know where most of my writing flows from. it just comes to me, sometimes awakening in the middle of the night, maybe in line at the grocery store, walking down the street or sitting by the water, but it just comes. mostly on pure feeling/emotion from the gut & heart. perhaps i am as cuckoo as a clock. who knows ...

if you would like more insight you could read my 'Leprechauns and Licorice' and 'Addict Chick'.

[Hebe]

Very somber Pete... hope your mood lifts with spring in the air! Wow this really reaches deep, the expression is stunning... makes you feel the dark path that grips all of us once in a while... powerful piece!

[Pete]

winter is releasing it's grip. spring has definitely sprung. that jersey shore will be hopping. thank you for kind remarks as always dearest friend. :)

[Hebe]

Yes.... it will be a mad house again! :)

[Pete]

happy easter Hebe! any lamb, baklava or spanakopita on the menu? i love feta and olives too.

[Hebe]

Happy Easter to you too... yes definitely roasted garlic lamb with oven roasted lemon potatoes.... feta & olives too ....sorry if i made you drool :) what about you?

[Pete]

Lol. what time should i come over?
not sure yet, might be going to someone else's home. typically, i would do a spiral cut ham and a lasagna, possibly some stuffed mushrooms. sometimes a turkey instead of a ham as some folks weren't crazy about ham.

[Hebe]

Sounds yummi delish too ... love mushrooms ! I wonder hmmm if your cooking is as wonderful as your writting (it's the creative gene ;)
the best is being invited to someone elses house .... no cooking, no mess ..... enjoy whatever you do :) ....save me a mushroom!

[Pete]

they both leave a bad taste in your mouth Lol

[Hebe]

Lol ......only if you allow it too....as for the food just add Mexican hot sauce on everything you wont taste a thing after the 1st bite!! Caliente!

[Hebe]

Have you ever listened to Sadhguru?

[Pete]

whoguru? sounds like a swear.

[andrew mitchell]

a dark piece pete so well written capturing that hibernation feel of being a recluse.

[Pete]

yeah a downer, a dark one for a dark mood i was in Andrew. thanks for stopping by.

[Sami Khalil]

Powerful description of this state we go through. To become a recluse feels like a stalemate of hopeful ideas and outcomes. It is draining indeed...An excellent one, Pete...:)................

[Pete]

thanks Sami, always appreciated. a dark one but hope springs eternal - the winter is releasing it's grip and the good weather is upon us. life is a 'bittersweet symphony' as the song says. let our thoughts turn to better things dear poet!

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. So true. You are welcome muchly. ....::::))))