Chill and fog cloud my senses – effective distraction loneliness holds no sway. Others speed past, while I advance, slow, steady – drawn by an unknown Presence, who may or may not receive me well at this road’s end I cannot tell. Pray indifference does not await me – have suffered enough no stomach for […]
Soft, the day’s fading light, hushed, the manic pace – my heart’s rhythm lulled beats a nostalgic melody – love’s memories bittersweet. (Tuesdays, I post a poem from Twitter. Â You can follow me @Vjknutson. Â Image from personal collection.)
Cocooned, I am enclosed, secure shut down Ignore initial stirring – like a skipped heartbeat Convinced this retreat is cemented Have had enough life too harsh soul too sensitive and yet, there it is again – gathering momentum uninvited sensations, emotions morphing into words commanding expression growing wings, battering my barriers flocking towards light poems […]
Wow, lovely–“milk-pod dreams”, what a perfect phrase.
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Thanks. Milk pods make me feel wistful, although I can’t really remember why, lol.
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