Contemplation In Dry Minor

The dust blew across fissures on the crusty surface of the thought terrain

the drought was long that season of stillness

the air thick and weighty

full of withheld meanings

pregnant with intended beginnings, middles and ends

Despair began to spread like a fear virus

killing enthusiasm with the horror of doubt

Surely this was a warning that  Armageddon was nigh

the final conclusion and summing up of all that had been written

back when the newness wasn’t lost in the translation of monster languages

with unrecognizable letters no one had ever attempted to decipher

Within the jumble one phrase kept recurring

A contemplation in Dry minor



Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

8 thoughts on “Contemplation In Dry Minor”

    1. Exactly Jessie, if not, the mental constipation becomes so bad I need serious intervention: Chocolate! Crank up the tunes, break out the choc and before I know it, I’m high on the words…even if most of them are crap. lol Oh I do write some abysmal stuff sweetie and I know it. 🙂

  1. Thank you Bryan Dahling, Divine Ms. V appreciates your appreciation. 🙂 I agree with you about getting good lines from the sputtering this and that you produce when feeling creative inertia. Maybe we don’t get the big gift but some little ones instead that we have to piece together.

  2. i like the desert-caravan pace of the piece…and the content I can so very much relate to. a good idea for a poem too often focuses out to be a tricky little mirage with something lacking such as a middle or an end. : )

    1. Hi alaskanott, oh dear god we’ve all felt that frustration and the gratitude when it passes is like rain on hot earth. I hope you come back and visit me again. 🙂

    1. Thanks Tel, we all feel it now and again but no matter how many times we get our dry spells, they are always a frightening shock.

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