In poems anything can be said
eyelids don’t obey the night
hearts might float as silver flying machines
throats might have a spiritual flicker
in poems anything might fly
slow heart breaths to music’s touch
lavender creeps in through the bedroom window
and fragrance tell us a bed-time story
In poems dreams collide, with the ocean’s floor
with stars that spring loud as the streaming sun
treasures could last for centuries
on eager notes of autumn amusement
In poems anything can zealously work
for the beacon of the times had a candle
that said to each morning how much I loved you
with a mouth for cranberry tea and the bluest glow
In poems I miss you always
for even careful words are too numerous
To be taken seriously.
You had me with the title — and the poem works pretty well, too. 😉
yes I’m a great fan of weird titles, thanks Jen, it’s a terrible poem though.
pfffffffft that poem is NOT terrible…it is chakra balancing it resonated with my heart
I truly admire your work
The last line really got me.