Hey there guys. I've been running a non-MB journal on Tumblr, partially for my friends and family "in real life" to know what I'm up to, and partially because I want to. As a result, I've pretty much ignored this one, as you can clearly see, but I wrote this poem that I rather like and wanted to share it here for anyone who cares. And yes, I know it's similar in style to Emily Dickinson. I've been reading a lot of her work recently, so that's not surprising. Hopefully it's not just copycatting.
Anyway, listen to this song by Floex, my favorite Czech ambient-electronic jazz clarinet artist while reading, I think it really matches the tone quite well. Enjoy!
PS- If you like the song at all, or are interested in the description of Floex, I can't recommend his music enough, it's wonderful.
SEASONS
How sorrowful a summer’s morn,
When one is left bereft
Of Friendship’s oft coveted hold
And Love’s sweet sighing breath.
How menacing the fall’s brisk noon,
With scarves wrapped tight about
Our shiv’ring necks, and with our
Breath heaving through a bluish pout.
How deadly is the winter’s night!
The icy monstrous black!
Its tendrils creeping roundabout
Our frosty rigid back.
Spring’s day revives so many flowers
But not all return to bloom.
When the florist comes to call
He finds that most were doomed.
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