9.09.2012

accumulation

Laboring under layers
of grey-tinged cumulus
like descending stairs,
parallel to those above,
dirt & root vegetables--

The air is different below,
what with the low cover
& pressing down of things.
If I could only breathe--
Gotta get the hell outta here.

10 comments:

  1. how did you know how I was feeling?? HA.
    I loved the line about "grey tinged cumulus like descending stairs"...when even the clouds themselves feel heavy on your shoulders.

    sometimes an "escape" is really the only answer.

    beautiful words for a desperate time.

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  2. Getting out sounds like a good idea! I like the reference to the root vegetables.

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  3. Love the ending! Yup, time to head out.

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  4. Amazing how oppressive weather can be on the psyche. You did an amazing job of putting that feeling into words.

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  5. Yes. That's how it feels at times.

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  6. I know just what you mean about air pressing down on the head at times- humidity is the pits! Hope your day is sunny now.:)

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  7. Your poem cinched it for me: I pledge not to let winter get me down this year ( I plan on escaping to warmth, beach, sun)

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  8. good idea, just get outta town :)

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