Generally when I write my poems, they more or less write themselves fairly quickly in a single sitting. This isn't one of those and I'm still unsure if I like it or not. Some parts I tweaked, others I left alone, and some of it I basically rewrote five times. That said, it was written in two sittings, so not too far off my normal pacing.

Frustrating My Vision

There's something wrong

I'm not sure what

It doesn't look like

I'm doing anything

whether I am

sitting and thinking

walking and singing

running and talking

standing and drinking

or any combination thereof

The sun has flown across the sky

Burning and churning the air

Beautiful colors twisting in the light

Before sinking the world into darkness

Venus flares briefly over the horizon

As other stars try to wake up

clouds begin to roll through

frustrating my vision

A cool wind whips the remaining leaves

whether still clutching trees above

or fallen underfoot

I think I like it cold

My breath escapes

somewhat visible

My eyes still look up

vainly searching for the incredible