On Repeat

A synchronicity poem has eight three-line stanzas in a syllable pattern of 8/8/2. It is written in the first person with a twist revealed within the last two stanzas

Seabirds sketch patterns through the sky.
The sand darkens with their shadows.
Silver.

I see grey clouds hold back sunshine
and wonder at their malleable
power.

Cottony fingers streak deftly
Painting shades of the coming day.
Promised.

Yet this optimism’s not shared.
I trudge wearily in today.
Empty.

My feet are stuck in yesterday.
In mud that was born from the storm.
My life.

Mundane thoughts swirl about my head.
Or are they snowflakes pretending
To be.

— ~ —

The gnarled branches of the trees catch
The plastic glittery pieces.
Again.

The child shakes their precious snow globe.
Not realising life’s on repeat
inside.

By Sarah ©2019

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