The faces change but the people don’t
They all act aggressively
One man becomes his brother
Who is lying helplessly
The office workers laugh and joke
They have no worries no concerns
They know that they are getting paid
No matter what they might have earned
His own brothers arrive surprisingly
They are seldom seen together
The fact that most distresses him
Is that one has been dead forever
His sleep is restless quite disturbed
His dreams terrifyingly vivid
So different from his waking thoughts
Which are mundane and insipid
The rain comes down in torrents
The streets are greased and slick
The more he thinks about his world
The more his heart is sick
The drawing is wonderful, such a merry chaos. Like a busy dream of dancing princesses and a castle and suitors coming to pay court.
Painfully beautiful Brian… one I think many of us can relate to… huggs
Praise from Roxi lifts AnElephant’s heart.
This is another face, Elephant, one that twists my heart. This is a tough time of year where expectations collide with reality.
Sometimes a wee heart twist is necessary, Brenda.
And your comment is apposite as ever.
Yes, the heart does need to remember.
The drawing depicts the restless mind. Moving and so true ‘ …… they are getting paid
No matter what they might have earned’
Glad you like Phil’s drawing.
And thank you for your comments.
First…love the drawing that accompanies this. I think it helps set up the mood of harried thoughts. I enjoy seeing this side of your writing. Brilliantly done my favorite, AnElephant.
Thank you, my favourite Anja.
And thanks for noticing Phil’s artwork.
Yeah, I found it very strong too. I can’t say I disagree though.
Thank you, sir, glad you identified with it.
Wow. That’s different to your normal ones, but so powerful. A great and moving poem.
Thanks, Al, sometimes AnElephant’s mind moves in a different direction.
It’s good to do that sometimes