Overcast Days. Poem by Fay Slimm
Overcast Days.
Flatbottomed blankets of soupy-grey clouds,
Frowning downwards, silently dour and still.
Clinging tenuously, while winding around
Each tendril of light, icy breath wisping
Away ectoplasmicly skyward. Reminds me
Of mind-clogging stupified, shadowy days
When dated note brought what I 'd knowingly
Guessed - you had gone - and left crazily
Dashed hopes of any togetherness, but
I coped, and eventually by willing
This cloudy, overcast life away, I cut
And unplugged any unshed tears, killing
Stone dead my future fears I adopted
An obstinate smile, misery now stopped.
I had outlasted grey days and moved on.
Fay, you have just written a conclusion to the latter part of my life. Thank you sweetheart. Sid.xxx
Don't let the Overcast days get you down, it's dam cold up here Andy 10
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4/24/2024 10:56:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I used to hate grey days, they always made me sad. Today is a grey day for me as well, but like you I have learned that each moment is special and it does not depend upon the weather. Now they are a day for indoor things like writing indoor poems and reading indoor books. Great poem Fay. Bob xx 10/10