A day of sun and rain either matches
or causes my mood; we have the illusion
like prism’d spray that we have arrived
at a cross-roads again
(the garden drips fruit-full but yellow
un-leaving but budding for fall bloom
as if no one knows what’s coming)
A day of rain and sun so I vacillate
poised on the balcony-edge of ennui
and sudden energy of making-purpose
jealous of sparkling brilliance
(the drops gather waiting on waxy leaves
spattered tiles, blown roses, trembling
energy before they are ripe for a splash)
I dress in gray and that’s not working
I drink tea and tree-gaze and that’s not working
We weigh this decision as if we had any sway
over these flighty earth-bound souls
(the sky is sudden in the hills—
watch clouds overspill forested heights
race wind-chastened down our valley)
Graceful Press Poetry 
“A day of rain and sun so I vacillate
poised on the balcony-edge of ennui
and sudden energy of making-purpose
jealous of sparkling brilliance”
This stanza is fascinating Jennifer, I especially love the first line
“A day of rain and sun so I vacillate”, it makes me thing there is no limit or border between “us” and the “outside”… illusion of separation.
I also love the repetition of “that’s not working”…
A very dense writing, a very unique style, as always!
Danke! (Mozartstrasse… what a beautuful street name!)
Have a nice day Jennifer
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Thank you for your comments and letting me know what you liked…I looked at this again and thought it was probably TOO dense. 🙂 I am posting a revision, maybe better, maybe not…
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You had me at the first two lines. Very nicely put together.
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Thank you. I am revising…keeping the beginning but streamlining. Some of the visual details are unnecessary, I think…
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