Conjuring the Overcast

By tmanzano

Nothing about today made me feel differently.

I drank coffee close to my windows to fog them, hoping to see 
you cast out those dirty little pigeons from behind that woven 
cage of hair you made and take me behind the anchorages 
of boat docks to bleed into weather beaten wood like thickly
mixed blackish-brown acrylic scraped on shade.

Lately, the sun burns off the wet air and scatters you about
too quickly, absorbing me into brightly colored hats
and sandals, wispy clouds that barely touch the sky, warm eyes 
and handshakes that ring doorbells to call me off the couch
and lead me outside.

I will wait here
for your drippy face to fall 
into a dreary mist and collect
on my windows tomorrow.

Nothing about today made me feel differently about that.
 

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Copyright 2016 tmanzano
Published on Sunday, April 3, 2016.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

Depression can be a friend you look for
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  • hazydaisy On Wednesday, August 8, 2018, hazydaisy (159)By person wrote:

    Dirty little pigeons. Now that I've read this I'll probably remember that phrase the rest of my life. You should look around, submit this somewhere. It's a gem.

  • tmanzano On Saturday, April 13, 2019, tmanzano (219)By person wrote:

    See, that’s what I mean... dirty little pigeons is my favorite part of this one. Fuck sake man....

  • River Lily On Monday, March 21, 2016, River Lily (1083)By person wrote:

    Again this was brilliant.. Confessional poetry at its best..you weave a story that traps the reader between the threads..I started out wanting to tell you how much I enjoyed those first lines..but by the end I really enjoyed the whole write..depression can be a friend especially when it helps capture all of this. Scholar

  • tmanzano On Monday, March 21, 2016, tmanzano (219)By person wrote:

    I have been in a funk lately, my father passed away not too long ago and the obscure feelings of loss and its ability to conjure the muse is all that he left me with. I felt blessed to have been able to write lately. I have been waiting for my "friend" for a very long time. I hope he sticks around a while... Thank you for you kind words.

  • Queazenart On Sunday, March 20, 2016, Queazenart (230)By person wrote:

    Your writing blows me away, man. The imagery is fantastic; it always conjures such vivid depictions. I love it. Keep doing what you're doing.

  • tmanzano On Monday, March 21, 2016, tmanzano (219)By person wrote:

    very humbled by you... Thank you.

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