Overcast

OVERCAST

We’ve had words
Now there’s just silence
Hanging in the air
Our backs are turned
We stare into the distance
For the present moment is
Too uncomfortable to bear
Perhaps in time …

Hopefully

~~~~~ ~ ~~~~~

This was composed for crispina kemp’s Crimson’s Creative Challenge #78.

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on May 11, 2020, in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. I like this… the mood well captured. 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  2. I like it , bovine angst! 😀💜

    Liked by 4 people

  3. Guess we can all relate to this! ☺️

    Liked by 1 person

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