Noivious

Transcending the blur between dreams and reality if I were a guy and time was more important to me.

What was that which could be known?

Quietly lulled to sleep. The dreamer’s web.

Incandescent loom amid the harmonic tunes.

A bead or two. Simple and blue.

The waves crashed and the cascade thundered.

If some followed tired heavy masses there?

Beyond the horizon growing mountains.

Over the rivers and the creeks.

A time or two. One white and new.

The cravings impacted with the glass shoe.

Plastic bandages amongst the wreckage.

The spirit journey had just instructed.

Mother raven spoke a word to them.

A thought or two. Clear and crystal.

The meddling of youth amid the willows.

Corsair of the woods. Hunt in packs.

Take off the mesh surrounding the neck.

Sometimes time waits for no memory.

A spot or two. Black and wiggling.

Open arms of the tired yearning masses.

Golden hues caress the sky blue.

No more the cries sing out.

In all the gray, the tired follow.

A foot or two. Left and sideways.

The escapes of broken souls.

Cast down the arduous. The vestiges.

Something wicked hides in shadow.

See, look, the tiger creeps here.

A claw or two. Metal and might.

Reputation burns when it swivels.

Here he was the white man.

No more or less. The nameless one.

Eyes gone, no features to say.

A word or two. Empty and meek.

Digital voice on the platonic plains.

Misty clouds when the rain falls.

Swiftly the bells ring, tolling time lost.

Sinking beneath the floor boards.

A inch or two. Cracked and etched.

Pages ragged with stew.

Humming skewed the interpretation.

Upon the rivulets of shaking.

Oaken shores where the green forest sits.

A lap or two. King and shadow.

It takes just gallows and an ox.

Morning light strikes the new day.

Dew melting with the rooster calls.

Yawning, toss and turned awake.

A eye or two. Sick and cold.

Dreams flew so quickly soon.

Placid rainbows ember strewn.

Sharpened tights, you know.

Tumbling out and down and low.

A shock or two. Angry and confused.

The flint strikes when time is now.

Rich, royal brown smell emits.

Scratching, heaving. Its clock.

Congee congealing with honey.

A sip or two. Gross and mushy.

The scoldings come along with dim sum.

Fondly, the smells of home waft.

Today is the day. See the time fly.

Newspaper spells disaster again.

A page or two. Warning! Danger!

Roll the eyes and wet the tongue.

A fistful of hair, the comb treads.

Tear falls when the story breaks.

Testing memory scored a point.

A test or two. Dreams and fantasy.

Reality is no fun. There must be cues.

Ballooned and fed, tie tucked in.

Back to bed, covers folded back.

Set it again, its worth the finish.

A minute or two. Wander and imagine.

By the way your late. Oh nevermind!

Reviews

[Redrascalstrawberry]

I like the flow of this poem. Really nicely done. Good job!

[The Valerian Legion]

Thank you! I'm trying to branch out with my poetry. This was a fun one to try.