The spirited silence
takes us away
makes us weary
yawn bleary teary eyed
another round the corners
cheeky
sandman has come
as all day
light unrelenting
Broadway Boogie Woogie
memories of the fine layer cake
soon fade to black
exiled; foiled again
no holds
or lay aways
laying awake?
impossible!
hang onto
this day spent
the creeping teetering sway
the earth creaks like floorboards
of lengthening daylight shadows
streets submerged into inky depths
stay awake!
eyes already
turned round in their socket placement
staring into the dullness
the crickets play with the back of the head
peering into long-gone forgotten dreams
who's to mind the store?
and then when dreams do come
and hidden worlds emerge
curtain's up?
as tears roll like rain
dribble and drain down these pipes
and over exposed manhole covers
we know
everything flows
everything spirals down
everything is fine
we know
this last call
to a deeper sleep
heavy lidded
bedroom eyes
takes half-time show
life's half-empty
the light that lulls
dead weight to feathery bliss
once self a heavy ballast
anchored body to light body
retreat to sleep and dreams
this last call
to recall
"to bed sleep heads"
what happens
when unconsciousness
takes over?
the last vestiges
the lost vestibules
the endless echoes
of the forgotten hallways?
twilight time returns
reruns of our sleepy dreamy town
buildings begin to blur fade to black
flags flap one last time
salute the evening
so slowly
a light breeze so soft to touch
cools the skin
a subtle scent of old books and musk
to feel the last light of dusk
to leave us the stars
Chiccoreal
Thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag for this most intriguing and beguiling Edward Hopper painting prompt. For further reading and writing please head here; http://www.magpietales.blogspot.ca/
takes us away
makes us weary
yawn bleary teary eyed
another round the corners
cheeky
sandman has come
as all day
light unrelenting
Broadway Boogie Woogie
memories of the fine layer cake
soon fade to black
exiled; foiled again
no holds
or lay aways
laying awake?
impossible!
hang onto
this day spent
the creeping teetering sway
the earth creaks like floorboards
of lengthening daylight shadows
streets submerged into inky depths
stay awake!
eyes already
turned round in their socket placement
staring into the dullness
the crickets play with the back of the head
peering into long-gone forgotten dreams
who's to mind the store?
and then when dreams do come
and hidden worlds emerge
curtain's up?
as tears roll like rain
dribble and drain down these pipes
and over exposed manhole covers
we know
everything flows
everything spirals down
everything is fine
we know
this last call
to a deeper sleep
heavy lidded
bedroom eyes
takes half-time show
life's half-empty
the light that lulls
dead weight to feathery bliss
once self a heavy ballast
anchored body to light body
retreat to sleep and dreams
this last call
to recall
"to bed sleep heads"
what happens
when unconsciousness
takes over?
the last vestiges
the lost vestibules
the endless echoes
of the forgotten hallways?
twilight time returns
reruns of our sleepy dreamy town
buildings begin to blur fade to black
flags flap one last time
salute the evening
so slowly
a light breeze so soft to touch
cools the skin
a subtle scent of old books and musk
to feel the last light of dusk
to leave us the stars
Thank-you Tess Kincaid of The Mag for this most intriguing and beguiling Edward Hopper painting prompt. For further reading and writing please head here; http://www.magpietales.blogspot.ca/
