Lying Down with Zero Light and Typing with My Thumb

Some days,

When I blow into my seething cups of coffee

It sounds and feels just like a drumroll,

 

Some days,

Though I set the clock to a proper pace, it stumbles and crawls around me

Like a babe in the jaws of a jealous crib

 

Some days,

These thoughts I mirror are at best a brief allusion

My sympathies asleep; building glassy castles of my needless bed,

 

Some days

When I dare think of how you came into my life,

I scream these pieces out,

Becoming now, the landscape unthreaded, 

An infusion submerged into throttle and ink

 

Thinking,

If only I were a gardener

A shelter imbued of sun and rain

 

Angels too, their scar upon my house and the children in the streets

Singing freedoms from my mind,

Lost inside their length of lashes, these shadows I emit;

 

Some days,

when I am drowned in slips of coffee,

My willing hour refuses to sprout

And dreams, like serpents come lazily,

In days 

I dare remember your name.

Reviews

[Alisa Js]

Hello, you....

I love this one, for all it says to me, based on my particular vantage point at this time and space on this planet we call home, at least for the moment.

Your lines flow like a beautiful stream, hidden in the forest...and only by some miracle of the author's soul reflection, are we, the readers fortunate enough to see and partake...

Continue on, my friend...I shall return.

Until then, be well...

Alisa💫

[Perdition]

You too A. Thanks and smiles!