I suspect that we all have days, or weeks, when we’re down … times when the world seems a dull and dreary place. Then something comes to lift them, end the darkness … I’ve no idea why the blues hit. At this time of year, maybe it’s because we’re heading into the busy season of meetings, school. Whatever the reason, the blues happen … and they end …
THE DOLDRUMS
I’ve been hauling
that old Grand Canyon
a load of rock and scree
behind me all week 
like a black-out fog
that wraps me round
can’t escape
can’t lift it
until a white butterfly
lands on my finger
and I’m out – dancing
in the sunshine
Butterfly photo by Amanda Craig
A Summer Father … terse, imagistic lines; … It’s not nostalgia that we experience but quiet, poignant grief. Richard Stevenson
1960willowtree 
i usually get that feeling when i haven’t been writing – when i’ve allowed other things to get in the way of creating. lovely poem.
It happens to me when I’m stressed and my writing gets crappy,
but always something happens to pull me back up. Thank you for sharing
and for appreciating!
Joan I haven’t forgotten you just been busy with work will get to your poem or poems soon.
On Wed, Sep 4, 2013 at 5:05 AM, 1960willowtree
It’s okay, Michael, I’m not sweating blood yet! Joanna