A bloom

Imprisoned in an unsightly grey high rise,
marring the already mauled skyscape
all around are brooding concrete fortresses
seemingly sinking, barely able
to bear their own unbearable weight.

the sun skulks behind
the grey, almost opaque veil
the moon wrings her hands
and sighs ineffectually
far away from the seas that
could have helped in ablutions
the pristine snow clad peaks
only glimmer prettily in pictures
not a whiff of breeze, not a leaf dances.

malodorous thoughts tighten their lasso
I wheeze, coughing abruptly
darkness in heart, dampness on cheeks
mired in melancholy’s mawkishness
I am startled by my friend,
the raucous one-eyed crow,
creating a symphony in the balcony.

as I step out to say hello to him
my eyes fall on the tiny
yellow bloom in the corner
not just promising a succulent tomato
but holding out a promise of tenacity and growth
gently prying apart the clouds of despondency
the smog triggers another bout of coughing
as I go back inside to the pervading
greyness sans the miasma
moroseness follows. Today, I will prevail.

Written for dVerse. Today’s guest host Dora says:  in the middle of all the holiday activity, whatever it may be, imagine a moment of pausing, a still point of epiphany. Perhaps in that moment, you imagine the upshot of all that shopping and experience a revelation. Or on that DMZ line of the soul’s religious yearning, an unexpected moment of truth. You can write using any poetic form, whatever suits.
What would having an epiphany during this holiday season look like for you (or someone you know or imagine)?

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