Fit of the blues.

narrative verse.

Fit of the blues.

 

Sometimes, not often but sometimes.

When everything appears to be,

part of a conspiracy.
which is designed to frustrate me.

 

I realise I’m under stress.

Nothing is as it seems to be.

I can relieve my own distress

I meditate as therapy

 

In quietude I seek to find

 the calmness and stability

To outside worries deaf and blind.

Regain the balance of my mind

 

Retreat within my inner core

The only place I can restore.

My optimistic point of view

and that is what I choose to do.

 

Returning to reality

 I take a fresh unbiased view

I see with greater clarity.

Than when I was despairingly

 

Contemplating surrender to

powers that were opposing me.

Now I can battle on anew

and view things optimistically.

 

Sometimes, not often I am glad to say.

 I get depressed as do we all.

But I can drive the blues away

as if they had not been at all.

 

I find the still calm core of me

and linger there a little while.

Whilst I regain my liberty

 and the ability to smile.

 

Sunday, 26 September 2010 http:// blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers

Reviews

[Robin]

great poem about having a great attitude ~