Saturday, August 7, 2010


eyes coated with a medicated blur
words refuse to focus
shoulders are lighter
but pages still haunt

don’t care about the pain
don’t care about the gift
lazy hands laugh
unmotivated feet dance
-in purposeless directions
-in silent numbness

but sleep reveals that
core chapters have not been numbed


Moineau En France said...

yup, looks like we're experiencing some of the same difficulties. i like the juxposition of "purposeless directions" with "silent numbness". the dreams remain, with "core chapters". how to transcribe them with a rattled brain and all the exhaustion? that is the question. love. xoxoxooxxo

bluerose said...

Thanks so much, Laura! Yes, "transcribing with a rattled brain", that's what it felt like trying to write this poem. Your comment is very encouraging. Thanks for stopping by.

Mary Stebbins Taitt said...

Nice picture! Sad words!

merrytait said...

The grey fog! :-(

bluerose said...

Hi Mary! Yes it was a grey fog. Now, for the last couple of weeks, it's been like a brain slosh hangover, because I've been weening off of them. Bleh, I'll be glad when the ground stops moving.