Tuesday's Verse - All and Nothing (aka Why I Shouldn't Write Poetry When Depressed)

Yeah, everyone gets down. Sometimes the words come, and sometimes they don't. This one, I'll put in the next poetry collection, even though it's neither fantasy, nor science fiction - or anything in between.

All and Nothing

I am the rage of the mountain

the bitter cold of the snow

I have fallen from the great clouds

flowed to the rivers below

been drawn from the oceans as vapour

the nothing mist filling all

become the thunderhead by the great peaks

been the thunder’s rumble, the lightning’s ball

I am the mutter of storm clouds

all noise but of substance none

I am the cold of the shadow

the slow-blooming warmth of the sun

I am the intangible, the unseen and oft-heard

like snow’s cold, and sunshine’s warmth

a presence sensed more than felt,

and oft negated and ignored.

 

Peace, fellow sentients - and may your day be blessed, and your mind at ease.

And, if you're curious about my earlier forays into verse, you can find my poetry collections, 365 Days of Poetry, and 366 Days of Poetry, at most of the major venues. Both are mainly science fiction and fantasy poems, and I'll be working on new covers for them, but, in the meantime, the universal link will guide you there.