The Air is Seedy

 The Air Is Seedy

The air is seedy and the sky is somewhere else

Although I see the same metallic reflections that are me.

Melancholy follows in my search for the sun

That in a wrinkled opinion

I may never find.

Automated personnel can’t see me

Braving perils in undesignated areas.

Symbolic archetypes only pretend to be depraved

But still evoke some old and treasured self.

Those last remnants of free-spirited nonchalance

And euphoric summers

Lurk like disconnected merriment.
~
© DiAnne Ebejer
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About DiAnne Ebejer

I am retired and live on the East coast of Florida where I spend much of my time reading, playing with photography and trying to write some "poetry and then some" at dianneebejer.wordpress.com. I care deeply about many things and wish there was much more love and compassion in this world today. I also have a part time blog "Thought You Might Like This" diannesthingsat.wordpress.com used for special projects and occasional things of interest
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2 Responses to The Air is Seedy

  1. soziebird says:

    this …. perhaps one of my favorites so far . oh golly ….

    Like

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