Mood Whispers

my mood whispers its intent over coffee

as down the path of memories I walk

reflecting over decisions made and those

that were left behind for another day;

my mood relaxes its intent with each cup

as the day whither and pass like fall leaves

that fall to the ground after serving purpose

and are raked up by those needing exercise;

my mood tumbles and turns, rolling this

way and that way to avoid discussions,

knowing that the time will come where

it will confront its previous moods;

my mood has no retaliatory defense as

rules my subconscious memories and

dredges up those with which it is most

conflicted and in need of replacement;

my mood generates my attitudes and

attitudes inflate my personalities and

my personalities impacts my actions 

that so often cause me mental anguish;

my mood abandons its resolve and I

am left with foster ideas and fancies

that attract my conscious attention and

I react as I had had no coffee at all.

3 November 2020