(Poem 42 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)
The opposite of inspired,
whatever is not soul-stirred,
you know the feeling when
you see a piece of art
that makes you stop and stare?
Or you hear a piece of music
that brings tears to your eyes?
That is not what I am feeling right now.
Or, you know the way catching a glimpse
of your crush across the way can make
your heart skip a beat?
Or how holding a baby or petting a cat
can soothe old hurts?
Nope, I’m not feeling those either,
of that, I am sure.
This is more akin to boredom
tinged with ennui,
maybe resignation
with a hint of melancholy
and a dash of malaise
thrown in for good measure.
@Genuine Joe’s – 42nd poem of the year
Runner ups for the melancholy red head photos to accompany my poem:
rebekahjmarshall 