Brooding

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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


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6 responses to “Brooding”

  1. Debi Ennis Binder avatar

    Very well named, Hanne. Your words could also describe depression, when one is sort of lost in a feeling you can’t quite grasp.

    1. Hanne H avatar
      Hanne H

      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.

  2. BRIAN WALKER avatar
    BRIAN WALKER

    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.

    1. Hanne H avatar
      Hanne H

      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.

  3. BRIAN WALKER avatar

    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…

    1. Hanne H avatar
      Hanne H

      The reason that your answer didn’t show up was that you haven’t commented here before. WordPress makes it up to me to approve or discard comments. . .
      I appreciate your thoughts on Brooding.

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