My once nimble Spirit,
easy to bounce back from set back,
is melancholy though not for no good reason.
My future, with the passing of my last parent,
is no longer visible with my hopeful eye;
That window through which I used to see
is now covered over with sorrow, opaque.
© 2016 by Shari Smothers
This is my poem for Three Word Wednesday. I’m a few days late but it’s put to bed and I rather like it. I’m heart-broken over the passing of my mom, my last parent, all the time. But, I’m not always broken up over it. It’s random and this poem is just for a moment in time. Today, I was good until two songs at different times of the day suddenly pulled the water from my eyes.
Task: Use the following words my writing:
Melancholy, noun: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause; adjective: having a feeling of melancholy; sad and pensive, causing or expressing sadness; depressing.
Nimble, quick and light in movement or action; agile, (of the mind) quick to comprehend.
Opaque, not able to be seen through; not transparent, (especially of language) hard or impossible to understand; unfathomable; noun: an opaque thing or substance.