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Sleeping September Sunrise
Sleeping
in the chilled arms
of wishful stares,
fantasy gazing longingly
into deep
lonely eyes.
Whispering fingers
that could pull the sunlight
from the noonday sky
then squeeze it into a silver bowl
and pour out empty shadows
while citrus tears bleed
down hollow cheeks
like shimmering fire.
September fluctuations
surround your sins
and scratch like sand
across your
Sunday sunrise.
in the chilled arms
of wishful stares,
fantasy gazing longingly
into deep
lonely eyes.
Whispering fingers
that could pull the sunlight
from the noonday sky
then squeeze it into a silver bowl
and pour out empty shadows
while citrus tears bleed
down hollow cheeks
like shimmering fire.
September fluctuations
surround your sins
and scratch like sand
across your
Sunday sunrise.
Published 8th May 2015
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Beautiful, Sammy. This makes me think of Ray Bradbury's magical fiction distilled into poetic form. "I Sing the Body Electric." A Medicine For Melancholy." But "Sleeping" works on your own terms. Just got me thinking of one favorite writer. You're another.
9th May 2015 12:26pm
Crowfly, your comment is layered with some of the nicest compliments I can think of. Thank you my friend. Wow! Thank you.
9th May 2015 10:08am
love the way it flows sammy... :)
my daughter would say. 'this is real poetry...'
my daughter would say. 'this is real poetry...'
9th May 2015 12:28pm
10th May 2015 5:01pm
