In My Pale Unrest

[Terry A]

When the sun renders
all too white
color washes out and pales
My wits scatter
like white moths fluttering
A pinned butterfly looks out
         in silent wonder.

This is not good I say rousing
to toss and turn upon a smoky gray
dreaming of any water-borne thing-
cool pools, a sno-cone, a lemon peel
and mint floating
in a blueberry drink touch feeling
the wet zone of rain
Leaving off ennui
the clarity of change
         promising sweet relief.

[badger11]

Lovely, imaginative trip Terry. The 'wet zone', as opposed to sun bleached one, has its colour attractions (and moreover the relief of change). The 'white moths' scattering is a great analogy. Also like the inventiveness of water borne, especially the lemon peel. Resonant write.

 

A poem I read recently...

https://autumnskypoetrydaily.com/2024/07/19/from-the-archives-cure-for-ennui-by-judith-waller-carroll/

 

Phil

[Terry A]

Thanks Phil for the link and comments. In reading the poem you linked to, I again realized the communal nature of much experience and how writers must indeed work harder than ever to say anything original now. I wonder if it's all been said one way or the other (?) and then I reread your poem 'Captain Hastings' and know it is possible.

[badger11]

😊🍷