Image Contemplation in the Morning (here)
the 11 of 12 given words:
boat cabinet lawn pillow hand
clock minute shed turbulent store lust
Not rocking on a boat
Nor drifting in calmness
Not locked hidden in a cabinet
where I might be in the dark
Not on the lawn
where I should be free
and not in bed lazing with my pillow
I'm mystified but the hands of the clock
keep moving by the minute
I am here still contemplating the morning
still in my night gown by the tub
unable to shed off turbulent times
impacting on my mind
Is it normal for a physically active teenager
to be lamenting when there's a whole world out there?
Just what is in store for the immediate
My lust for life in the fast lane is missing
I'm condemned to the dumps
The gossip line in abundance of juicy episodes
They are all having a ball
I'm not bad looking
but why?
Kerry's at Real Toad's Camera Flash
Brenda's Sunday Whirl #359
Wonderful words Hank. I am not a teenager but I too contemplate the motning.
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
That lament is a good thing because something inside you is saying I must put things right. We need people to see when the world is going wrong and needs to be fixed.
ReplyDeleteI smiled, Hank. I think because it was when you mentioned 'life in the fast lane,' it reminded me of the song by that name. They crashed.
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I'm almost sure that eternal gloom and lamentation is a natural stage of teenagehood. Honest. There is also lots and lots of sighing.
ReplyDeleteTeenagers sure make a lot about the doom and gloom
ReplyDeleteTeens are so full of angst.
ReplyDeleteUggghhh...that is the worst feeling of all. And at that age all consuming. I really identify with this one, it is hard to get out of your own way sometimes when you just can't see the big picture. Very original take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteHowdy, Hank! The hands of the clock are relentless. What we need is a magic pill.
ReplyDeleteFrom a teen's point of view, you get that mystifying loneliness that is so part of those years.
ReplyDeleteI hate when that happens...try again tomorrow. : )
ReplyDeleteTeenage years are a cruel time, full of existential angst where self-doubt reigns supreme.
ReplyDeleteI can remember those days...
Anna :o]
I am here still contemplating the morning
ReplyDeletestill in my night gown by the tub
unable to shed off turbulent times
impacting on my mind
These lines are especially powerful. I relate to the idea you have conveyed.