Poem of the Day — Tired Eyes

by paturnerlee

Tired Eyes


Laughing gone, fallen in a grey cold bin, slapped in blunders

Life long trundle among flat and black covers

A sheen shine buffed in sand to roughen up the edges

Blurred screen covered, to frighten spectacles frozen and dangling

Squinted eyes cross times avenue; end not found but shaped in ever turning crescent

Small picked flower delicate and subtle

Tries to free the compressed emotion, cheer the sullen drip of conception

Practise the swimming flash of crimson opening

A bargain, a sale to sea lovers; ships in bottles crafted by lady luck

Gentle breeze crammed into reflection

Blister pack production

Parked for the day


December 30th

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright 2014


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