Morose

A backlog of beacons
light this pitiful path

Am I too morose to respond,
or is this stubborn arrogance?

Resigned to believe
no good will come

Like a broken record, stuck
on that one sad love song.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

13 thoughts on “Morose”

  3. My husband gravitates to sad songs. I usually like upbeat music (with interesting lyrics) but I was injured a couple of weeks ago and can’t dance again until I’m healed so I haven’t listened to much music. Maybe sad songs are better than no songs at all. Be well, friend.

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  4. The mind, it’s said, is free:
    But not your minds. They, rusted stiff, admit
    Only what will accuse or horrify,
    Like slot-machines only bent pennies fit.

    Philip Larkin

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