Mine

Overcast

                                                                                    

                                                                                     HAIKU

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.
~William Blake (1757-1827), “Auguries of Innocence”

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I am drowning here

Holding on to the anchor

Pry my fingers loose.

 

Echoes in the dark

Piercing screams of anguished souls

Hands on ears, I sit.

 

Mahogany blues

Crimson whites of dull black eyes

The mad artist paints.

 

Losing you was tough

Forgot to breathe for a while

My anguish lives on.

 

Footsteps in the sand

Reminders of days gone by

Washed off by the waves.

 

By

Sulekha Rawat

 

8 thoughts on “Overcast

  1. Such sad poems Sulekha. I do hope your mood elevates and you will be able to feel joy again soon. Keep breathing…don’t hold your breath! Sometimes the only way out to the other side is through it unfortunately and deep breathing works…meditating, chanting, singing (if you feel like it, even a sad song like “I Guess Why they Call it the Blues” by Elton John or ….), walking, talking to someone… Take good care! 🙂 <3

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