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Green lights
An orgiastic future fades
How to grasp when the tension
Between the possible and impossible
Fails?
*
A blueish lawn turns frosty
And naked feet will never progress
Along the faded roses.
Futile fears
Turn the city into shadows
Wailing about their loss.
*
We live in obscurity
Possessed by reckless
Dreams that were
Never meant to succeed.
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© HMH, 2021
6 replies on “Brooding”
Very well named, Hanne. Your words could also describe depression, when one is sort of lost in a feeling you can’t quite grasp.
Thank you, Debi. My intention was to leave the reason for brooding open to the readers’ imagination. It is as you say — being lost in a feeling that you can’t grasp.
Hanne,
Your words open up so many world’s and meanings but I think for me the main one is the present climate zone we are enduring.
You have captured this so well with your words that project so well.
Brian, it’s good to hear your evaluation of the poem. Thank you, also for your kind words. Your opinion means a lot to me.
HM. I’ll try again.
Your poem reflects the current situation I feel
and you have captured it so well how to grasp the future. I’m sure those reckless dreams will return.
B…
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I appreciate your thoughts on Brooding.