Christine Lehman Poet I do not know?

Now That's Just Sad

Talk about your nuclear weapons.
My brain feels like it’s about to explode.
Last summer I started sketching
with a group called Sketchbook Skool.
I drew and colored and Zentangled and arted
every day for months and months.
I felt so alive
and so energized
and really, really exhiliarated.

Then winter came and I got tired.
And put away all my pencils
let my watercolor tubes and trays
dry up and blow away.
All my sketchbooks are still there
mocking me from a jumbled drawer.

Now it’s summer again and I
feel poetry springing from my brain
my eager, excited, easily stimulated
brain.

So now what?
Am I doomed to the same tired pattern
of summertime creativity
followed by wintertime gloom?

If I didn’t already know it was an acronym
I’d say,
“That’s just S.A.D.”

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