State of Mind

A cloak of ennui

Tries to settle

On my shoulders

I shrug, repeatedly

The poets’ old friend Melancholia is in the room

I bet there is some laudanum

Hidden in those capacious folds

Gives me a nod and a wink

Conjures up images of dissolute wastrels

Scrawling desperate verses in squalid


Easy to succumb to those tempting prompts

But easier still to open the door and say

“Stay if you want, I’m going out for a walk”


David Trudel   © 2012




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2 responses to “State of Mind

  1. I love your answer to the melancholia;)

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