Three short poems trying to explain the state of apathetic torpor I keep finding myself in these days. I blame the weather.


I sometimes feel

Like leftovers

From a great feast;

Joyful enough

To last through

A couple of meals

The next day,

And that’s it.


Is it cold enough

For impassiveness

To set in?

Everything seems

Like a chore lately-

I put “wake up”

As the first thing

On my to do list,

And it is usually

All downhill from there!


I dread the post-lunch dip

For it arrives with all of its

Somnolent glory to put

The coffee-induced

Morning rush to early sleep.


“Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much bread. That can’t be right.”

J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings

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  1. Every life is sprinkled with “apathetic torpor” – some more than others, I suppose. In nature, nothing blooms all year. 😊 Not apathetic writing though. These poems are fantastic! Love the quote!

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