There are days that settle upon us like mist. Not unpleasant days, but days when we cannot grasp a thought or recall a name. It seems we float through a dream yet we know we are awake. Thomas Aldrich describes it better, in his poem “A Mood.”
I Love You
ART: "En Blu" 2022
A blight, a gloom, I know not what, has crept upon my gladness--
Some vague, remote ancestral touch of sorrow, or of madness;
A fear that is not fear, a pain that has not pain's insistence;
A sense of longing, or of loss, in some foregone existence;
A subtle hurt that never pen has writ nor tongue has spoken--
Such hurt perchance as Nature feels when a blossomed bough is broken.
~Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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A very good poem. I also like the minimalist art.
Ditto what John said. He always beats me to it lol 😊. I Love you Linda.