Watercolors (a poem)

One more rumination on the recent news (partly inspired by a photograph)…

The lines are fuzzy
the edges unclear
the colors muted
the atmosphere dull and hazy

It sums up the way I feel
it fits my mood at the moment
black and blue and indistinct
deeply bruised yet barely there

I can’t make sense of it anymore
how can things change without getting worse?

So many sharp tones
so many harsh words
so much has to change
so much has to change

But we’re back to the blurred lines
and smudged edges
all seems colorless and hazy
and resistant to change

(26 November 2014)