Silent density has settled,
Like an aural veil.
Ennui bores me with her hungry stare...
And I stare back.
Her contact is a barren performance.
A Goddess pulls at my strings,
But I am music-less.
She will wait in blackness.
Vivacity will, again, pull tight in me,
But until then,
I will sit and submit to my mood.
© 2012
Hey....thanks MV: ^) I checked it out...how very stark! Sylvia is a master. Ruby is not that sad, luckily.
The wasted sensation of a self scratch! If we could only hug ourselves properly. This is brilliant by the way! X x x
If this is your mood, you've tamed it by putting a poetry collar around its neck. Really like the way you've done that :))
Good one Ruby - hope your ennui soon turns to a more positive state of mind.
Very nic 'mood' poem... I think you must have slipped out from under the veil whn you wrote this! Terry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Captures the mood so succinctly. And moodily. You're very versatile with your moods. A bit like unwrapping an unexpected gift, opening one of your poems.