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Tired of Cloudy Days

Day 3 – Tired of ‘blank’

Tired of Cloudy Days

 

I’ve grown weary of tenebrous skies
Of days shrouded in clouds
I fear the fickle sun has abandoned me
For a place with a clear blue canvas on
Which to paint its brilliance
So I must learn to abide the shades of gray
That hang above like cobwebs
To find the love notes written there from
Cloudy skywriters to anyone who dares to look up

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Before Sleep Claims Me

Day 2 – darkest hour

Before Sleep Claims Me

 
They come, unbidden
In the darkest hour before
Sleep claims my wandering mind
Kind words unspoken
Good deeds undone
Running rampant through
The crevices of my brain
Until the gentle lullaby of
Morpheus sends me to that
Land of dreams with a promise
That tomorrow I can begin anew

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Spin Me Around

Day 1 – glorious

Spin Me Around

 
It was not a glorious day
Not even a lovely day
The sun never managed
To crawl out from under
Its heavy cloud cover
The Autumn leaves seemed
A little dull, a little weary,
Tired of change
But in this not so spectacular day
Laughter showed up to lighten
The mood, to spin things around
Until a not so glorious day became
Altogether enchanting