Somewhere in a bar we sat playful and demure, dreams pink mink coats and pergola garden moonflower…
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The poem reflects a pursuit of ego-driven desires, resulting in despair, lost in life’s tempestuous journey. persistently hearing a captivating but destructive call.
In a faraway place and faraway time…
In this dream I had of life from the cradle to the grave…
Hobbled hob-nobs hobbling on home…
It lives. Lake water lapping along low strides longing for an estranged sea, a tear-soaked mother turned face away from desperate plea…
Undulating flakes of frost frazzle bout the winter…
Humming, it ruptures the aether…
Ah the scraping of timeworn tabletops…
Sifting through these dreamless nights…
©2024 Giuseppe Gillespie