Winter drags on in the Antipodes this year and the dark, cold days with drizzling grey skies are taking the toll on mood and mien.
The sun paints the west with saffron The sky around it mauve. The naked trees are shuddering, Night comes fast, dark, cold. In front of me the city stretches Dressed in grey and black, While in the horizon’s depths Bell towers echo a melancholy Sadness, violet, heavy, baroque.
A chimney spews out shadows Spreading its smoke like endless veils That asphyxiate me, Aided by the bony claws Of dead branches. My pain, a dying bird, Has nested in my throat, And sorrow throttles me With hands like pincers.
In the west, the golden glow’s no more Black clouds cover the sky. Hope flies, chased by the wind, Who gallops past, Piercing my empty soul.
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
I sometimes get the impression that I am on a soapbox delivering a monologue, so your comments are welcome.