Ramblings in the Gloomy Winter Sun



The fly over your pudding

The speck of dust in your eye

The mosquito in your ear

The thorn in your foot

The drop of water on your painting

The brown stain on your favourite pale dress

The pimple on your left cheek

The broken string in your father's violin

The persistent weed in your flower bed

The half-step you always trip on

The frown hidden under your smile

The wrinkles on your forehead

The scar on your face

The burden of your folly

The song you will never listen to
The painting you will never lose yourself in
The flower that you will never adorn your table with

The darkness that is not dark enough to soothe you
The light that is not bright enough for you to see
The silence that you cannot understand

My words are just some child's scribbles on your crisp white notepad




Poetry by Rijutha
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Written on 2011-12-08 at 10:35

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countryfog
I feel as though you left this on my own "crisp white notepad" . . . inspiring my own litany of things not quite right or what they seem, that could be redeemed by what is all around me, even in gloomy winter, if only I take the time to look and listen.
2011-12-08