Dahlias
bloody brilliant
sunning in corners
things are looking up
sanguine
Dahlias
bloody brilliant
sunning in corners
things are looking up
sanguine
Reblogged from Everyone Has A Story...:
Lately, I believe it would be fair to say that I've been on the horns of a dilemma when it comes to this blog thing. One thing that I've really come to value about writing here is the therapeutic nature of getting my bottled up thoughts out of my head and in front of my eyes, and the eyes of others.
Outside, the sky pours a bath,
a wind chime sounds half-hearted,
Somewhere a siren bays at the moon
while a dog gently snores.
The joints of this house creak,
the day slips off her shoulders.
Loudest of all, your silence.
I watch him, his depression like the clouds
hanging low, soothing and close
a cloth that descends
and covers visibility, a fact
that he seems to find comforting,
a child’s blanket.