Hazy, creepy, off-the-wall dreams
Nothing is quite as it seems
Everything gets juxtaposed
What’s real nobody knows
Past is present, future’s lost
Must escape here at all cost
Try to scream but cannot speak
Want to run but knees are weak
Alarm clock’s ringing in my ears
Yanks me back from there to here
Splintered thoughts still cloud my head
Thank God I’m safely tucked in bed
Silent Sunday – (01/20/19)
Winter wonderland
Ahead
Tap the brakes
Or
Car’s a
Sled
Turn around
Use your
Head
Time to crawl
Back into
Bed
Tightly wrapped
Inside
Nugget of beauty
Resides
Quietly biding its
Time
Till bursting open
Wide
Snowman
Past
Long melted
Away
Built on a
Magical
Childhood
Day
Whet
Your appetite
With
Pears
To its
Sweet nectar
None
Compare
just a hint of orange
in radiant pastel sky
bids day fond farewell
Have a seat
And
Chill
Awhile
As snow
Swirls
In fluffy
Piles
Grit your
Teeth
And try to
Smile
Footprints in
The
Snow
The way ahead
May
Show
Or around in
Circles
Go
Until embarking
Who
Knows
It seems
As though you
Just
Arrived
And yet
It’s time to
Say
Goodbye
You held on
Tight
For quite
Awhile
Making
People stop
And
Smile
Adorned by
Colors
Bold and
Bright
Now
Ensconced in
Waning
Light
Stripped of
Golden
Mantle you
Be
Awaiting
Spring to
Be set
Free
