How Do You Feel

short circuited and the fuse of purpose keeps tripping high voltage boredom on auto pilot in slow motion the roundabout is not a funny circus currents alternate directly challenge polar opposition in contradiction of truth ‘it’s a beautiful day and you are in it’ thunder clouds bolt hail and torment for no reason at all five layers of clothes just to keep warm a frosted swamp submerges reason because it can and it will webs of confusion crushes through ice as if waiting for landslides and mud so much is clear lightening emboldens the scene as water colours bleach the canvas pierce through fabric dreams and anticipation thin skinned the jester keeps smiling an empty façade persona and mask reaches out as a poet who writes with frosted nib and inked consternation lost for words founded in screamed silence like her own meta-morphed metaphor muck seems like a euphemism warmed up in a microwave of sorrow maybe she will walk to the beach today watch breakers and tides gather a sea shell listen to what can be heard when all else is quiet 24th January 2023