Poem of the Day – Parked Dreams

by paturnerlee

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Parking Dreams


Heavy heart drawing lines

Times and floating balloons full of dust

The wind is chilling

Instilling a climb down from giddy heights.


Stalling in general terms

One learns from the task that’s in the sand


Insist on charming

The taunted, escorted in chains

Barred for bad breath behaviour


Spun out cars; filling beds with bleeding tears

Fears crumble in pillows filled with friends

Never crushed just stirred with a slice

Nice on a plate with steam


Just to say it wasn’t for trying

Denying my part in it

Forget the apprehension

The growing tension and disbelief

In oneself and others

Park and sleep

Think deep



February 3rd 2018

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright


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