by Roland King
Musings on the day of a funeral
|As I stir with a spoon
the cream into my coffee,
I realize my thoughts
are as clouded as the contents
of my cup.
Life lifts you up
but can also lay you flat.
And as I find myself
framing my day around a funeral,
my mind is muddled and foggy.
Funeral days always drag the mind in odd
and unexpected ways, but most of all they
leave one feeling oh so unsure about
their own life.
I smile slightly as I imagine a cheap
fortune teller machine spitting out a card:
“Your future looks cloudy.”
Written for "Promptly Poetry Challenge" week 49
Prompt: Title your poem "Cloudy.” Whether you stick with weather imagery or explore emotive ideas, try to keep the title in mind as you write your poem.