it's 87 o'clock

artwork courtesy of iCanvas

it's 87 o'clock

on this gray rainy day

my brain takes me

on a joy ride gone bad

through memories and dreams

i want to splash bright colors

into this dismal day

but monochromatic 

is all i can muster

there's a cartoon bubble

above my head

saying, "faster please"

and one over a taunting cloud 

saying, "make me"

i'm a joke for sale

without a price tag

and no one's asking 

for the price anyway

i'm a saltine

salt side down

on the hard wood floor of life

ready to crack if stepped on

just one more time

yea, it's 87 o'clock

on this day 

that just refuses to end

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

each day like any other..the flavor of life on hold...no salt to be seen or felt.
this made me start singing Paul Simon's "Kodachrome"
"gives those nice bright colors, gives us the greens of summer"--
there will be color again...I don't doubt it...has to be.
love this...
j.

[Lydia Shutter]

"Makes you think all the world's a sunny day" Me and my Nikon camera remember that song! :) Yes, there will be color again, but it is taking too long. thanks for the review...and the song worm...Jacob. Lydi**

[Patricia Wedel]

Every day I scare away the Crows.. wanting Blue Birds
and Chickadees... but alas... the shadow of illness nests
upon the grey clouds of "Nevermore". Even Emily may have
been at a loss to find solace... but there is always a silver lining
with patience and prayers. gently, Pat

[Lydia Shutter]

Patience, yes, we all need that now more than ever. thank you for the review, Pat. Lydi**

[Ana Papaya]

Lydi, so great to read you again, and this poem, wow. I feel it in my own way. 3 months of day in day out, days bleeding into one another with no change of scenery. When does it end.
Your lines are so edgy, you can feel the frustration. I half expected you to drop an f bomb.

[Lydia Shutter]

Me? Nope, not in my poetry....only in person! :) thank you so much, Ana. Nice to see you again too. Lydi**

[AJNJ]

The colours seem to disappear and memories assume many hues of monochrome. The flavours ebb away and we are left with just bland moments. Those dreams of the past turn grey and ghostly. Yet time keeps ticking on relentlessly, mercilessly as breathless we try to keep up with it.
Ms. Lydi, this poem is amazing and I loved it!

[Lydia Shutter]

Peston, thank you so much. I appreciate your review. Lydi**

[AJNJ]

The poem is great Ms. Lydi. It was such a pleasure to read.

[John the Baptist]

This one would be worth it if only for this image: "I'm a saltine, salt side down/ on the hardwood floor of life." That would make a great title for a country music song.

[Lydia Shutter]

John, thanks for the great review. Lydi**