Barely tangible memories
Exasperatingly placed
So far apart,
Can you fathom this eccentricity?
Buffeted by the solace of the singular mind.
As my dreams give up and take
A different turn,
Merely
Trundling
Motivationally dead,
Listless,
Pale blues, yellows and greens just
hanging about
From the backs of chairs,
Wisps of their yarn
Trailing across the dusted floor.
And at the grimy sink,
An orange kitten drowns
In dishwater stone cold.
Fuzzy, bright, warm, playful beauty
Drifting in the minor current,
Catching shafts of undersea light,
Grit, like diamonds, floating sleepily
His fur wafts gently side to side,
Glassy eyes once filled with light,
Now ever open, unseeing.

Kind of sad, but an excellent write.

Thank you, Indigo

I like the tone.... you expression says a lot about my heart right now...

Thanks for sharing
TAB

Thank you for reading

The abstract/metaphoric nature oof the write sets the mood of the loss and the resulting melancholy that you embed within the words scribed nicely conveyed :)

Sad, but well wrote.