A Pensive Gray Mood Poem by Sandra Feldman

A Pensive Gray Mood

Rating: 5.0


A pensive grey mood,
Not well understood,
And I'm about to shatter,
What's the matter?
Today, I can't even communicate,
Doors close by the dozen,
And so does Life's garden.
Absence, shrinks the heart,
Tears spoil the eyes,
Tragedy tears you apart.
But that's Life,
Says the fool, say the wise,
For at the end,
Helpless,
We all compromise.

Thursday, October 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: defeat
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kumarmani Mahakul 29 October 2016

Both fool and wise say about grey mood. Defeat is not the last step because we can win again. A pensive grey mood is wonderful definitely. Closing doors and opening hears give wonderful sense. A marvelous poem is shared with wise thought...10

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S.zaynab Kamoonpuri 29 October 2016

Poignant and morose but sadness is a universal trait as nobody can be happy each and everyday. Your great talent at rhyming and metaphor ought to cheer u up. This was written superbly. Warmest regards. Great to read from u again.

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Susan Williams 28 October 2016

My friend, that is one very pensive gray mood. You certainly know how to write this across the miles to your readers- - the only thing I've ever found to work with this kind of emotion is to ride the sucker out. Crying if that does the trick. Wailing on a dirty rug. Glaring at innocent strangers [yes, I really have done that, I can be such a beast at times], writing it out. That last option is the most productive. If you don't believe me, look at what you produced in this poem! ! ! 10+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

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Kelly Kurt 27 October 2016

Ah, but tomorrow is another day. (Usually) : -)

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