Tuesday's Verse - All and Nothing (aka Why I Shouldn't Write Poetry When Depressed)

Yeah, everyone gets down. Sometimes the words come, and sometimes they don't. This one, I'll put in the next poetry collection, even though it's neither fantasy, nor science fiction - or anything in between.

All and Nothing
I am the rage of the mountainthe bitter cold of the snowI have fallen from the great cloudsflowed to the rivers belowbeen drawn from the oceans as vapourthe nothing mist filling allbecome the thunderhead by the great peaksbeen the thunder’s rumble, the lightning’s ballI am the mutter of storm cloudsall noise but of substance noneI am the cold of the shadowthe slow-blooming warmth of the sunI am the intangible, the unseen and oft-heardlike snow’s cold, and sunshine’s warmtha presence sensed more than felt,and oft negated and ignored.  Peace, fellow sentients - and may your day be blessed, and your mind at ease.

And, if you're curious about my earlier forays into verse, you can find my poetry collections, 365 Days of Poetry, and 366 Days of Poetry, at most of the major venues. Both are mainly science fiction and fantasy poems, and I'll be working on new covers for them, but, in the meantime, the universal link will guide you there.

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Published on October 09, 2018 04:22
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