Colorless Day

         Uninspired

Today I am a stick figure

Devoid of any bit of muster

To lift my hand, to brush my hair,

To shrug my face

Stretch open my eyes,

lift my lips into

an upward curve,

In case you stop by….I might pretend for you,

Try even…to forcibly utter more than a two syllable word

A word, to describe this colorless day,

a word, some word, other than the word coffee…..

that may, just remedy the blah

Writing generally picks at the scab, allows the air in

reminds me what it is itch, to bleed, to heal

not today, just not today……