Opaque
Mourning
abounding alight
murky muddled
mid memory
Awash
redundancy refrains
that quash question
zero zeal
Lackluster
maim-stains melatonin
melodrama mediocrity
Daylight
sleep walking gaze
daze blank stare
strut statement
What am eye to eye,
comes back,
ear to ear,
empty faced
Hollow fallow thoughts,
never finished,
nor concur concluded
Swiss cheese
gaping holes expanse
mass cerebral Confucius
Stops
mid sense tense,
erase ring exist tense
written over
Drawn,
dawn dishwashing yawn
rub ring reign bow
eyes from tears
Grey underlines
dew swollen words,
flood torrid emotion
amiss dry
Creeks
deprived of moisture
resilience reaction,
redaction be solemn
Pain with no
way to drain
the wraith wrath,
tempestuous knot
to be.
Pawn of time frame
rock ability
rocking chair
ruts in sound
place mats
Going no where
marching in step
cadence pounds
head ache bound
Left lobe
to right lobe-ring
pendulum metronome
tick tocks frames
Repeat
repeat-ring echo
refrains pain,
“Who am eye to eyes –
a lone.”
An Opaque mirror
UniQue self-reflection.
HeArtMosphere Poet
Opaque
Mourning abounding alight murky muddled mid memory
Awash redundancy refrains that quash question zero zeal
Lackluster maim-stains melatonin melodrama mediocrity
Daylight sleep walking gaze daze blank stare strut statement
What am eye to eye, comes back, ear to ear, empty faced
Hollow fallow thoughts, never finished, nor concur concluded
Swiss cheese gaping holes expanse mass cerebral Confucius
Stops mid sense tense, erase ring exist tense written over
Drawn, dawn dishwashing yawn rub ring reign bow eyes from tears
Grey underlines dew swollen words, flood torrid emotion amiss dry
Creeks deprived of moisture resilience reaction, redaction be solemn
Pain with no way to drain the wraith wrath, tempestuous knot to be.
Pawn of time frame rock ability rocking chair ruts in sound place mats
Going no where marching in step cadence pounds head ache bound
Left lobe to right lobe-ring pendulum metronome tick tocks frames
Repeat repeat-ring echo refrains pain, “Who am eye to eyes – a lone.”
An Opaque mirror UniQue self-reflection.
HeArtMosphere Poet
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Jane
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