Shadows wash away the hazy shades
of sunlight mingled
with cloudy sky ambition,
and oolong tea.
She pours herself into comfortable
familiarity
remembers what she had forgotten
and forgets about the day.
Faces float by inside a mind full
of dreams
standing in line for an
opportunity
to wake
while she prepares to ignore
a desire she had long ago put to
bed
so that she may sleep
at the end of the day.
k~
provacative. -"Faces float by inside a mind full of dreams
ReplyDeletestanding in line for an opportunity
to wake"
Not sure why exactly, but this is vivid and disturbing to me and yet, quieting at the same time.
Lovely.
Because you, m'Friend, are finding it easier to climb inside my mind and read between the lines ;-) HugZ~
DeleteSometimes just getting to the end of the day is enough.
ReplyDeleteWell hi there Tim, nice to see you made it over this way:-) Yes, it certainly is!
DeleteYou just described exactly what happens in my head! I love it!
ReplyDelete:-) That's encouraging Darlene, that means that there are other people that think like me!
DeleteI love poetry, it is so expressive and I enjoyed this one, short, to the point and I loved it. Thanks for sharing this.
ReplyDeleteThank you for enjoying it with me!
DeleteI'm such a dreamer--well written--and I can totally relate to this poem.
ReplyDeleteAren't most writers part dreamer? ;-) Glad you found something in it you could relate to!
DeleteBeautifully done.
ReplyDeleteEmotional and compelling.
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading it:-)
Deletes w e e t and that BFF picture..would love to shoot a sky like that one day! :0) awesome post
ReplyDeleteThanks Brenda, I would be willing to bet you will find many beautiful skies to shoot before too long! Love your shots!
DeleteOoh, yes. Very nice.
ReplyDeleteThank you Beth, for making this part of your blogging along :-)
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