Moody Blues, for The Sunday Whirl

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Moody Blues

Like a child denied its favorite toy, you slip into that gloom
that seems to cast a sorcerer’s  spell all across the room.
You jinx that joy  formerly sown––that rapture gone astray.
Like a gift once kindly given, then cruelly  jerked away,
A soft wind blows a kind of truce that stills your restless mind,
and styles a more tranquil place for you to hide behind.

For the Sunday Whirl the words are: favor kind jinx spell sorcery gift denial child style rapture truce 

 

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About lifelessons

My blog, which started out to be about overcoming grief, quickly grew into a blog about celebrating life. I post daily: poems, photographs, essays or stories. I've lived in countries all around the globe but have finally come to rest in Mexico, where I've lived since 2001. My books may be found on Amazon in Kindle and print format, my art in local Ajijic galleries. Hope to see you at my blog.

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