I am walking down
the blurry edges of time,
snow, melodramatic and slow
drifting down like thoughts
too wispy to put together,
butter-soft and white
like clouds on a blue-sky day.
I’m a little lost today,
skating on the lake
not sure if the ice is thin,
breathing in oxygen,
and breathing out misty dragons.
the blurry edges of time,
snow, melodramatic and slow
drifting down like thoughts
too wispy to put together,
butter-soft and white
like clouds on a blue-sky day.
I’m a little lost today,
skating on the lake
not sure if the ice is thin,
breathing in oxygen,
and breathing out misty dragons.
And that’s alright.
One response to “Of dragons and burnouts”
Again, I admire and respect your really wonderful writing; it makes me wish to read/and, re-read all over again and again…; what a great way to combine putting together ‘words/thoughts’.
Myself, I was never a poet; but, instead, all of my poetry is mere straight forwards prose; which causes me to admire seeing your works all the more. All the time, I find myself thinking…if only I could write like that…?!
Trying my best to figure out how you manage eto make it all work so well…??? It’s a bit like reading magic…I am left enchanted/transfixed.
I read it, slowly, line by line…;
as if sampling some sweet wine;
trying to distinguish
what makes up such texture effects.