Moods

Sometimes the sun is bright. For me it’s grey
although my forehead’s burning damp with sweat.
I’m sad so many days that I forget
storm, hail or drizzle will seem bright some day

when some switch in my head decides to flick.
Work helps. I get things done when I am sad
though playing solitaire – at which I’m bad –
happens a lot and makes me vaguely sick

and cheerfulness erupts when on the phone.
People amuse me. Trying to amuse
them back will often help me with these blues
better than trying to fix it on my own.

Love also helps – it’s such a structured pain.
That’s why I fall there, time and time again.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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2 Responses to

  1. Thanks for writing this, Roz. I’ve been feeling a bit down over the past week so poems like these really help.

  2. anef says:

    I’m sad so many days that I forget
    storm, hail or drizzle will seem bright some day

    Oh, I like that.

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