Monthly Archives: August 2013
Turning
Withered tree (Photo credit: Gatis Gribusts)
Turning,
Away from you.
Turning,
My back on the World.
I cannot look
Upon the suffering
The lying
The deception.
My own…
Yours…
Ours.
The leaves are falling
From society’s trees
Brown, black
Rotten… dead!
The rain of love
Hides in drought.
My soul our souls
Go un-watered,
Wilting in the heat
Of pain.
Waiting for the rejuvenating
Liquid to cool
Our souls.
The Funk
Image of tulip taken after rain storm (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I have been in a funk lately, and have really been unable to write, well maybe create is the right word. My hands still work, just not my brain. I have had no inspiration, as the joy of life has not shown with its usual brilliance. Wife and kids, work, these were all I could concentrate on, you know just trying’ to get through. These fits happen from time to time, and usually I find I am unaware until it’s almost over. The end usually coincides with the awareness. My brain awakens, and I begin to work, freeing my mind from the fog. It’s not a sadness or depression. It is more a shutting of the mind to all things not related to getting through the day. Then like the sun re-appearing after a gloomy rain storm, I feel the joy of living. The zest of life returns, and my mind and soul re-awaken. I guess I just get caught up in the day-to-day. I am back at it though, and the world is beautiful again, and the hamster on the wheel in my head is running marathons!
So that’s where I’ve been, slogging through that morass. So I begin again, to add my thoughts to this blog (now that there are some!). Please forgive my time away. I hope what comes after will be inspired and inspiring. Thanks for reading and journeying with me.
thebloggingwriter 