posted on Dec, 5 2015 @ 09:49 AM
Ummm...have you ever lived through one of those days where all colors bled into a consistent grey haze...
No proclamation
The uneventful days were finally slain
We bid them never return
Return not again to this forlorn shore
where hope had never raised it's promised head
No
Boredom swallowed full
this puerile season
Connive as we might
We could not cause it to spew us into adventure
Still
All great things
must wane to only good
Only good
The day that cast it's cloak of non remembrance
over field and furrow
That had no proclamation
None to trumpet weft or warp
No voice ever spoke so vacuous a pall
that only silence heard
Such a masterful lack
claimed attention for it's own
As the absinthe clarity fell victim
to an inebriate outflow
of excess
Wipes remnants from chin and stares long into the green...pondering...
YouSir