hours are ghosts
re-appearing
fright is a faithless
source of lie
hurting a child
sleep is disturbed
in chronic dreams
anticipated sunrise
re-appears like
boring popcorn
our eyes see
malignant movements
of thousand jeopardy
clinging and soaking
this dry dreaming
2013
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Sun, like popcorn. What a beautiful phrase!
Sad . but good. xx
well done … really like this one
Like how you lace the lines together, without lashing them too tight. Effective, and well written to the last…
Sweet you,
I’ve an award for you, for the person who you are and the things you share with the world
http://summer4soul.wordpress.com/2013/06/10/peace-is-a-free-choice-so-is-this-award/
Thank you for that..
Namasté, Summer
great write, thank you!
http://annie0854.wordpress.com/2013/06/11/super-sweet-blogging-award/
Ghosts, memories and dreams – inspire many poets. Me too.
Cheers.
“hours are ghosts
re-appearing”
Love those lines 🙂