Dear Readers
Here's a poem about being stuck in boredom. Some pain in words for a love lost. A dull cold day here at the seaside. But will the weather get better without me?
Yours Sincerely, POSOWOCO
Foreword
Anyone want verse to teach them that a boring, dull day can be the normal?
Or a poem for waiting in hope and waiting for something to happen?
Do you need to know that waiting can be both tantalizing and excruciating?
Or that everywhere where things seem to fall still and quiet and make you wait?
Is it important to know the value of boredom followed by pain?
Poem
Notes
I wrote this after again associating bad weather with pain.
A painful heart was matched by a very cold day with dull overcast skies.
Also - I'd recently read some philosophy of what it is to "be" and not know anything else.
Everything is going to plan and you are happy and optimistic.
Then comes a day when it all goes downhill.
At this point, a cold day can make all your feelings and thoughts worse.
You've lost someone, thing or hope.
You may even have lost a bit of yourself somehow.
Your mind is doing it though, not anyone else or thing.
Your ideas for the future are changing, morphing into something not readily recognisable.
Haiku
Stuck to the Ground
hard the dull cold day --
the get you nowhere of face
the dull cold day here
