Each finger performs forthwith
the assigned functions freely,
aware that interference imposed
and the suffocating attire slipped in,
can be unpleasantly chaotic,
disturbing the digital harmony,
for the fingers feel stifled.
The garb of glove desensitizes
their discerning dexterity,
the hand dislikes.
The cathartic outfit of ease,
the mitten encases the fingers,
strengthening the fiber of comaradarie
that fosters the spirit of togetherness,
except for the odd one,
solely signaling thumbs up,
the hand appreciates.
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January 18, 2023
Contest : Of What Use Are Gloves To Fingers
That Only Understand Mittens
Sponsofred by : John Lawless
Through a veil of gossamer obscurity.
Passing thoughts in chaotic chorus diminishing the ordered regime.
No place for the mundane to dwell.
Who sees it? Who knows it?
Who lives through the manic,hypomanic and the depressive?
Each dawning brings a new perspective seen through bevelled glass,
but changeable, within a hairs breath to the opposing view.
Colours that invade the exploring mind...brightest vermillion, sunburnt sienna and luminescence becomes a carpet ride...
Always halted unexpected and irrevocably..falling down to earth from their magical journey.
Into the abyss once more..endless darkness...no velvet softness...a motionless sea of black despair waiting, waiting to carry you nowhere but oh so slowly......
Who sees inside that head? Who can replace the extremes? The impassioned joy ...the crippling grief
All felt within the day, the hour, the moment....
Chemical control, desensitizes you until you become what society can handle, docile,opinionless,impotent,....normal
Bipolar is cold,arctic,bleak and distant
Bipolar is my child......
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