Cupped hands gather tears
dreams once clear now misted, gone –
nostalgic ideals.
(Written for RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: water/ smoke. Also for Reena’s Exploration challenge – image featured.)
Tag: dreams
Night Travels
Night lifts,
morning slipping
through blinds,
soul returning
from nightly foray,
body awakening,
a vague sense
of disconnection –
admit it,
you know this.
Afraid to Fly
Junkyard
Vestiges of dreams
swiftly disappear, shift lanes –
ambition rusted.
(For RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Challenge: fast & lane)
Grey
Lured by azure waters,
the promise of carefree days,
I cruise ocean’s waters,
dream myself exotic.
Grey clouds loom, mock
this pretence – waves swell
crash, blacken horizon –
delusion loosing ground.
What force is this,
drags me into aphotic depths,
insists I swim in darkness?
Have I not proven tenacity,
claimed a place amongst the willing?
It is not light, I seek – too sinful
for redemption – just the solace
of familiar grey….
Bleeding Edges
Wrap myself in verdant dreams –
creaseless envelope of hope –
have written my deepest desire,
sealed the vessel shut…
meanwhile, reality oozes red,
like puss from open wounds,
creeps into careful corners,
bleeds through edges…
nothing neat about dreaming –
life demands, cuts, prods,
does not bargain – hope is fine
unless control is the container.
(Inspired by the prompts of Ragtag Community: verdant; Fandango: meanwhile; and Reena’s Exploration Challenge: bleeding edge.)
Image from personal collection.
Close Call
In dreamtime, he comes,
my eclectic animus –
sometimes raven,
often tree,
he seduces –
first in conversation
then in arousing flesh –
Spellbound, witless,
my edges soften, melt,
and just at the moment
of near surrender,
lucidity knocks,
yanks me from watery
depths – sets me back
on conscious soil –
Anchored anew,
I shake off the lingering
tingle, brain abuzz,
reconnect with aged
limbs, mundane ills
and skedaddle.
(Catching up with Reena’s Exploration challenge – image provided; and linking up with Manic Mondays 3 Way Challenge – anchored; and Ragtag Community’s – skedaddle; and Fandango’s – eclectic.)
