The shins born of black blood were browning after the thins
So see we earned the gold medal and tried our hand at fins?
listless
sluggish, jaded
lagging, snoozing, uncaring
exhaustion, sickness, fervor, zeal
observing, regarding, indulging
vigilant, studious
attentive
the wind chimes hang aimlessly
a rare event on a summer day in Kansas
they are usually whipping around
jingling a cheery tune
as if we are getting ready to be blown to Oz
Israeli hostages and Gazans hollowed,
the dark cold cruelty of some in humankind.
Gray circles under frightened eyes,
bones protruding from fading frames.
Listless song of the starving,
grieving God. ~
Butterflies entice
listless eyes,
vibrant buds bloom
where wild flowers
grow
For manic, listless, bipolar, mad souls,
the rate of solitude increases fast,
like the second derivative; to last,
velocity accelerates near black holes,
which tug light into singularity's sinkhole.
If isolation never speeds up past,
if desolation, forever steadfast,
must for eternity blast, then controls
despair all? Not so! Space-time's curvature
let's us all firmly stand on Earth's hard ground
of hope: shielded by her vaulted feature
of pure blue sky, and atmosphere all-round
this sun-bathed orb (free from mankind's nature,
this life's dismay, and gamma-ray background)!
I’m listless as a lazy river
barely lapping at the shore.
I wanted once to find the ocean,
but I don’t care any more.
Would I even make a ripple
if a stone were tossed my way?
Even with the frogs and fishies
I no longer wish to play.
I’ve lost my course and lie inert
inside my riverbed.
Had I legs to help me run,
I think they’d be as lead.
So spiritless and dull am I.
I’m like the kite I see
motionless each breeze-less day,
stuck and hanging from a tree.
Languor sure did overtake me,
for this humid, hot July
sucked out all my energy.
I think perhaps I’ll simply die.
Posted Aug. 3, 2022
For Hilo Poet's Simile Poetry Contest
Submitted Jan. 31, 2023 for Julia Ward's
Your Favourite Rhyming Poem From The Second Half Of 2022 Poetry Contest
apathy grows, dread heavy in the heart
laziness lingers on the spirit’s light
sluggishness gestures - cloudy, dimming hope
idleness, lethargy, dark shadow’s plight
Sin of Sloth Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Margarita Lillico
July 9, 2022
transfixed
I stumble down
shifting halls of
my angst my
distress
a cold stale breath
stagnates and permeates
its doom
onto my essence.
beguiled
I entomb myself
in the moment
asphyxiating
flailing
clawing
grasping for
desperately
disintegrating walls.
abdicated
I capitulate to
the lair
that cold cavity
pit of dread
that
pool of tears
where my devotion
thrashes plangently.
interred
in the filth
of want
of need
of putrefying wonder
entombed within
every pore
every inch
of my desolation.
moribund
I turn to stone
my listless gaze
fixated ruefully
on the luminance
the far distant
light
where steadfast
dim hope resides.
The haunt of an hour
has found my depth
In silent awe.
Every corner lost,
Every raiment fallen--
the history of a snowy mulch.
Every eye flowers
in regal pause,
Softened in this groundless
light.
What words could ever render
to another such delight,
Far from every written home
so forgotten?
Listless on a rainy day,
I had meant to work in the yard;
The best laid plans, well okay;
Now what to do I'm thinking hard.
Well, write a poem, I mean why not!
Like every other bloody day;
So listless here I give it a shot
But really I have little to say.
So watch the rain as I will
Where outside my window is a pail
And sitting here to see it fill,
It feels to me a bit like jail.
Until I see it's now half full,
That pail of mine where I dwell;
Yet, in this rain on a day so dull,
I think half empty I must tell.
LISTLESS
Sitting at my faithful desk
Listless
Lifeless work sits incomplete
Listless
Watching icy raindrops fall
Listless
View outside affirming gloom
Listless
Perchance another poem to pen...
“LISTLESS”
Soft rain
Leaves shake
Worry fades
but sleep escapes
thoughts prowl
Dream awake
her face only
my mind quakes
close my eyes
Toss and sigh
What night
reveals
the sun will hide
Carol Brown..."Listless"
"the heart forgives...the mind will not forget"
but when the mind forgives,
it is the healing part of Karma, yet?
is this it's tune...of sour grapes regret...
Don
the heart forgives...the mind will not forget
Honorable Mention Brian Strand's # 178 contest
05/22/2012
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