The scheming crease of your withered lure,
a smile sweet and vicious falters to the left.
My secret fear, the facts laid bare as poultry.
There is no stone past or present that I
have not wept over, no flood in which I have not
consequently drowned. How the extremes beckon me!
I do not endure, the stream erodes my sallow shores.
Lines spread across my brow, the incoming swell,
a madness that etches all that is necessary in me.
Misery is not meaningless, it is a way of translating
that which is expressively incommunicable.
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I am feeling very gloomy, we are now experiencing the darkest days. My writing has been very unfocused lately I realize, I am just feeling off. I can’t really explain it, like a sense of withering humiliation.
mindlovemisery 
A brilliant opening sentence and even better closing. Enjoyed it.
Thank you!
Ah, but spring, a mere three months away….
Well sometimes it takes longer to get started here, I waited until June one year for spring haha
Hugs for you, Yves. Don’t let the dark and gloom take you.
Thanks so much Tony
I love your last two lines. Brava! As for your feeling of gloom, I’ve been right there with you. It’s going around. 😦
I hope you feel better soon Brenda, thanks!
stormy seas can be so unsettling …. your expressions are wonderful filled with dark sad sorrows waiting for a sunny moment
Thank you so much for your kind words =)
Well done. 🙂
Thank you Susan =)
“I get a bit gloomy when it’s gloomy.” Catherine Zeta-Jones
Even the rich and powerful get gloomy. 🙂
So true!
I miss writing. I’m envious at how you keep it up. Seems like my writing from a few years back was a necessary therapy that I no longer need. I do miss i though. I always enjoy your posts. Don’t stop. You have so much talent.
I also think it is easier to write in times of emotional crisis, when I am happy I want to go out and do things. I am glad you are in a better place now XD Perhaps try your hand at a prompt?
I absolutely agree (at least for me) that writing during emotional crises is easier. Both musically and poetically.
ha ha – I love your bit at the end, about withering humiliation, I so get that! of the poem, very nice. I especially like the “smile sweet and vicious”…and your way of “translating that which is expressively incommunicable.”
Thank you so much. I hope your holidays are beautiful
Sounds like my total meltdown for the whole last week. I love your writing.