Friday, January 8, 2010

I Blog, Therefore I Am Sane.

Or, am I? Just a quick poem about the week from hell.

Snow Shine

Welcome winter doldrums
With open arms
Ne'er grow shall the green grass
How many times:
This too shall pass?

Unholy melancholy melts
The aftershock of leftover snow
Biting tongue at toddler crass
How many times,
This too shall pass.

Wake up and begin anew
Reminders of forgotten hues
Congratulating temper-less feuds
Too many times,
This too shall pass.

Bright sun gleams, reflects
Mirror-like on blinding snow
Easing pains relinquish teeth that gnash
It is true.
This too, shall pass.


Anonymous,  January 8, 2010 at 12:43 PM  

I hate hell weeks.

This too shall pass. And hopefully next week will be better.

septembermom January 8, 2010 at 2:46 PM  

Good poem. Hope next week is better. Take it moment to moment.

Jeanne Estridge January 8, 2010 at 2:49 PM  

Good to see you dug out far enough to spin us a poem.

Mariam January 8, 2010 at 8:01 PM  

Great poem - such truth, and yes, this too shall pass - 4 very painfully true words. Painful because we have to wait for whatever it is to pass!



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