Insomniac Poet-heart
Silver laced words stick fast in my dream-caught thoughts
Glint... in the tussled tendrils of the one-eyed sultry sunrise
Each dissipating, frustratingly, into the moist songbird-air
Hovering, only for a fraction of a moment, on my dry mute tongue
So I may taste bitterly, all the once possibilities.... never to be penned
Never to be heard... lost to rotate indefinitely on rhyme’s carousel
Torn... between two plains of consciousness I hear my mind unconsciously
Fracture my faint vail of sanity, causing me yet more complexities
As inaudible echoes of unseen-light tease... my insomniac poet-heart
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
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