Clearly I’m not clear
my expression lack aggression
denial hidden in frame shut eyes
your words, sharp and presumptuous
dream by far alive
It ought to be Sunday,
or, a Monday, probably!
Precisely, just another day,
unusual becoming usual.
earth alight on morning rings,
sleepless trees kissing winds,
nightly passage big on wings
to fly, elude, take distant lift,
for carked times are thing of past,
last night saw it last,
for eyes to wake will be far,
seeking dreams honeyed they are!
present times are wailing back,
theories of past echoing aback,
point is little in going back,
its just, dreams end, a drawback.
tho’ the realm stays alike,
eyes now kindle in delight,
hidden flights to usual tale,
redes, mind off mundane,
for did ride a mind carefree,
in a dream maybe.
Image Credit: John Yato
Today, I wish to write two poems, both on love, but somehow they conflict.
Love is not, the first sight
mere persuasion, fed attractions
blinding night vouches no fictions
relation, no delight but alright,
ages grows, heart distant echoes
love grazes relative delight
ripens with times, alike billions
love asks not, the first sight.
Closing my eyes, appears thy face
the first sight, your deep blue eyes
meeting mine, syncs lovable ties
smiles my heart, nonpareil grace,
moment thusly surreal, dream seems real
iterating, not to erase
sigh at absence, truth applies
open eyes, still appears thy face.
Linking to Friday Poetically
and trying out octain again.
I have dreams,
they are intense and i am totally involved,
but no matter how hard i try,
i do not remember them now.
May be if i did
i would probably lose touch with reality,
or, may be mix it all up
finding nothing but congestion.
I would sleep all day if i could,
be in an endless dream if i could,
in the limitless space do whatever i please,
forget the misery and sorrow,
build up a ray of hope if i could.