sometimesihatemycat

There is a disturbing stillness
To this easy-doing day
Not the pleasant pause
Of springtime sleep and dreaming
But that eerie summer stop
That settles thick the ether
Like the look of a dead thing
Mistaken for slumbering
Until a curious view reveals
Too many angles all gone wrong
Too few flinches at flies
And that same disturbing stillness
Hanging selfish in the air

-me

Painting: The Dead Bird by Frederic Belaubre

~ by April on June 14, 2018.

Posted in Death, Humanity, Identity, Nature, Poetry
Tags: Air, Anatta, Anicca, Bird, DE, Death, Doing Easy, Dukkha, Eerie, Emptiness, Ether, Humid, Life, Nature, plath, Poetry, Selfish, Spring, Stillness, Summer, Sylvia Plath, Void