hours are ghosts
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



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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8 Responses to LinGeR

  1. Chatty Owl says:

    Sun, like popcorn. What a beautiful phrase!

  2. willowdot21 says:

    Sad . but good. xx

  3. John says:

    well done … really like this one

  4. seanbidd says:

    Like how you lace the lines together, without lashing them too tight. Effective, and well written to the last…

  5. Summer says:

    Sweet you,

    I’ve an award for you, for the person who you are and the things you share with the world

    Thank you for that..

    Namasté, Summer

  6. julespaige says:

    Ghosts, memories and dreams – inspire many poets. Me too.

  7. bgbowers says:

    “hours are ghosts

    Love those lines 🙂

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