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Daydreams take hold playing a reel of
what could have been of my little life.
Couching and cooking won’t help my
waistline, nor stop the movies playing.
Succumbing to the reel of many fantasies,
I sit for hours unaware of the time of day.
Daydreams play themselves until the end,
yet I remain the same person I once was.
Idle, I didn’t realise holding on to a dream
could mean losing the one I love the most.
Daydreams take hold playing a reel of
what could have been of my little life.
Couching and cooking won’t help my
waistline, nor stop the movies playing.
Succumbing to the reel of many fantasies,
I sit for hours unaware of the time of day.
Daydreams play themselves until the end,
yet I remain the same person I once was.
Idle, I didn’t realise holding on to a dream
could mean losing the one I love the most.
The sounds are muffled by vision,
so we close our eyes and listen.
The Earth’s sounds vibrate unending
as the location dictates the intensity.
With eyes closed, the wind whistles
through the hills of green to grey.
A chorus of cows moo and grumble,
and then the birds chime and chirp around.
With eyes closed, the ground disappears
as the seashore comes closer and closer.
Sea waves move and splash as the cold
winds of the North take us far away.
Held for so long, we stay there for a time,
not realising the hills have darkened and
night has come to our Winter wonderland.
Yet the sea still calls us back from the hills,
always calling us back to her cold shores.
To the string,
jumping in the air,
knocking over porcelain.
Stumbling upon a clearing;
Standing, she doesn’t move.
Unclothed, she is all glass,
as the sunlight becomes her.
Nothing warned me to turn
from the vision of Elven light.
Blue glass eyes pierce my heart,
as the sea begins to move me.
Rays of sunlight move her parts,
then she touches my skin softly.
Now I change,
for I am becoming glass.
Nothing left of my body,
yet the light gets brighter.
We touch.
She becomes human,
now I am glass.
Light upon the mountain peaks,
a winter mist shrouds the land.
Snow carpet covers our hearts,
snowflakes of our love fall softly.
You reach for me with mitten joy,
I say silly lovey things in my head.
You look at me I hold you close,
a winter mist encases us in a hug.
You worship at his altar and believe every word spoken through botox bonded lips.
Tangerine hues colour his pale pampered skin as he mouths words of the one truth.
There lingers a touch of malaria on his cheek as he meets and greets your love.
The one and only god of material heaven on earth caress your deeply held beliefs.
You cling ardently to the truth you were born and raised to love without question.
As the world spins out of time and the wall falls, you stare blindly into the sun.
Cow manure hides in grass pockets. Pigs dream of staging a riot, while the chickens only care about designer hats. The cat meows, “Bastards”, and the dog barks at unseen things.
On the farm, a cool wind starts up as Bob steps in manure, and the cat meows, a smile, “Idiot”.
Winds from the south blow over the hills, to move the paper around my room.
My poetry journal ribbon moves, as the cold wind makes it flutter and dance.
Green hills seem so close, yet they are so far away for I am locked tightly inside.
To the hills, I look hoping the cold winds will blow all the hatred from my heart.
Then the rain starts to show, and the window to the outside must be closed.
My poetry journal ribbon does not move to the beat of the wind anymore.
So, I stand up straight and walk into the rain and the wind so I can feel it all.
I say to the winds, “Promise me this. Promise me that you will take my heart, make it cold, and blow your love through me.”
Sounds of the sea
move through
many parts of me.
Down I go into the
place no one will go
to find another clue.
Infernal tidings come
as the gates of Hades
come closer to me.
Stepping one, two, three;
I go forward without fear
of the ghosts calling me.
C & K 