I woke cocooned in perfect warmth and sleepy contentment this morning
Swimming up through the soft, wispy layers of consciousness, smiling
Our past lives rattled the windows and tried to peek in to disturb
Nothing could break the spell, or disturb the sleeping mirage in my arms
This morning, I’m not alone. The dark-haired myth now shares my pillow
A faerytale knight once, now warm, real and perfect in this story
Shining armour strewn upon my floor, a testament to who won the night before
First Light
An Odyssey Called Life
Streams in the Cities
Poetry challenge: Free verse poem.
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Better be…
Dams
Early Warning
Everything is Dandy for the Dandelion
Poetry challenge: Free verse.
During my residency in this abominable life
I have known the gruesome and the beautiful,
I have known the thrall of the flawless embrace…breathtaking
As I have known the sorrowful swell of heart cleaved from chest
I have known a precious few worthy and winsome people
And I am thankful for having known them
Because they have taught me the tangible lesson
That I contemplate in my solitude
Amid the myriad of superfluous and discombobulated thought
Scrumptious morsels of truth for the peckish mind grown plump on falsehood
I abandon the gospel of the pompous and the eminent
And the absurd squabble over what is right
What is proper about this world I have come to loath,
Commute: Free Verse Challenge
Poetry challenge: Free verse.
You see me on the train
Usually your gaze passed over me like a light drizzle
You noticed me, today’s eye of the storm
An innocuous fixture
In your dream-scape of blurry reality
You focus on me (dunno why, not that special)
On my sand brown skin and longish chestnut hair
Your eyes probe my prone form
I grow nervous, but I stare right back
I’m too tired to care this second, ginger boy
What do you see,
How sharp is the harpoon of your gaze,
Will it pin my soul in place, at your mercy?
You seem kind enough, black depth-less eyes glisten with curiosity
You might have been shy once, what makes you so bold now
Stranger mine, that you brazenly attempt to read me