On a barren day like today
the lure nagged more than usual
gnawing the inside of my brain greedily
little I could do to stop it
I feel like grabbing the car key
take off without anything in hands
except an old heart and a pitiful mind
they're broken anyway, just like the rest 
what to lose	

On a gray day like today
would be nice to see colors again, perhaps
meeting and mixing new ones this time around, 
or walk bare feet on grass, the wind teasing and 
kissing my toes, I’ll happily let out a giggle
I think the world is calling but I’m frozen
deaf inside and outside, unable to move
what I would do to sit behind the wheel again
and drive away without destination in mind 
just let go 

#NaPoWriMo2021 – Day 6 (no prompt)

MLMM Photo Challenge #361

7 thoughts on “Imagination

  1. I feel the things described here some days.
    I never expected to be this disabled at 56 years old.
    I can still drive, but not at night because of my cataracts.
    I can slowly walk about a mile if I use my walker, but I’m very self-conscious about everyone staring at me.
    I never knew what a gift it was to be able to just go places until I couldn’t.
    ~cie from poetry of the netherworld~

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    1. That’s what poetry does, to communicate to each other. I appreciate your comment and visit. I hope that you can feel joy from doing other little things, such as writing poetry.


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