Dreams of Sepia: Favorites

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

tireless echoes of ghosts in the nighttime

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

cyanide skies

tireless echoes of ghosts in the nighttime

you'd think this would be another poem about
the rhythmic disturbance of insomniac instances
of ideas playing themselves out like cascading
tumbling forces wearing holes in the soles of their
metaphoric shoes as I use big words to stump you
into believing that you know what I'm talking about
but the truth is that you don't know and you won't know
but you turn it around and put it under a microscope
and you analyze my syntax and my use of frantic diction
and you tell yourself that you know what I'm feeling
because you used all of the methods they taught you
but who are they and how do they know what it means
to be awake at all hours of the night not because of
insomnia but because the thoughts of inferiority won't
let me be because I let myself believe too many things
and they are the tireless echoes of ghosts in the nighttime
that refuse to give me
peace.

**

#love #sleepless #ghosts #syntax #inferior

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

This Summer Was...

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Alana S

This Summer Was...

this summer was like
lucid dreaming an exorcism,
watching the little skeleton rise and scream and shatter
I bit into a mouthful of summer, expecting
sugar, and buttery love, but instead got a mouthful of
blood and broken teeth and shattered souls

I wrote this while living in Jerusalem during the 2014 summer "tzuk eitan" or "operation protective edge". Thought it was pertinent due to what's going on now with the wave of terror again in Israel.

#israelunderfire

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

A Blink in the Pink.

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Marshal Gebbie

A Blink in the Pink.

Arbitrarily flung to instants of moment
Scattered free in the gleam of the eye,
Cast with abandon to scattergun’s chances
The wondrous pearls, I’ve occasioned to fly.
Together with detritus maudlin to moribund,
Together robustness’s wrongness in rouge,
This crimson lusting with anger’s green jealousy
In scattered intemperance now fawning to rude.
Spindrifts of coarse-ness in calico fabric
Flooding of richness and redness in heat,
Shadings of blue in palaegic intemperance
Now flung to eruptions of laughter complete.

Marshalg
28th September 2015

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Lonely is the Leader

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Marshal Gebbie

Lonely is the Leader

Loneliness walks hand in hand
With he who strides the long way forth,
With he who walks the path alone
Through solitary’s East and North.
Firm his sinewed hand so strong
That steers the compassed vessel back
Bridging pitfall’s chasm wrong
Through deft manipulation’s track.
Guiding they who pledge good faith
To fall then, by the wayside, weak,
Then in bridging disappointment’s song
Instead, he helps them to their feet.
So long that night of solitude
With stark decision’s crucial stack
When none would share that brutal loading
Weighing solely on his back.
Lonely is my leader’s song
Lonely as his dying day,
Would that he could share a word
Who would understand his way?

M.
17 October 2015

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Haiku

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Rob Kingston

Haiku

a lone woodpecker
aerating the garden, no!
stealing the workers

#nature #fishing #worms #woodpecker #grubs #birdscomical

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Ode to Love

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Rob Kingston

Ode to Love

Your words are the air that I breathe.
Each sentence, a fresh breeze traveling through my veins.

My love chamber pulsates with your dreams.
Each thump bequeaths a warm scene.

I see your image embedded in my mind,
your beauty clearly beyond sublime.

© Robert Kingston 9.9.15

#love #surrealism

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Odd

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Hank Helman

Odd

What an odd ingredient sadness is.

It salts a tear, bittersweets a kiss,
Hungers us for the things we miss,
Ever abundant, such a convenient thing,
I can find it in everything.

A death, a birth, I cry for both,
Gild a sorrow, a wistful hope,
Ripe melancholy I savour most,
Yet a pinch too much is a lethal dose.

I was often told it shouldn’t be,
But the clown that frowns was the perfect me,
Thin taunt and cackle, ghosts everywhere,
Sometimes I hide, but it’s still right there.

Perhaps I’ll woo this lifelong friend,
Embrace this thing I cannot mend.
Odd comfort in a peculiar way,
To know this thing is here to stay.

Is sadness a bad thing? Why?

#***** #corners #tight

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

Limitless

Oct 2015 Dreams of Sepia

S Smoothie

Limitless

(Scribblenaughts and swoon theories) (c)

The stars part
The comets hail our victory over the death of love
Galaxies cartwheel
The fanfares of supernovas herald our impending union
Finally after tracing each trail of ether humming your frequency,
Looking under and over every last hope
Twisting into one dimension after the next
To feel this indefinable moment of chasing so close now,
Through everlasting travels to find eacother over uncountable millenia,
Infinite universes with nothing but a burning desire to find you
Tracing the whispers left as webs crossing the universe
Drawing the constellations marking our tribulations,
And declarations of love with glittered lines
As signs to bring you closer,
As answers to your own markings
To show you where I've been,
Where i'm going,
Like notes in the sand.
Only the lines got crossed and the countless glyphs so many
In desperation became scribblenaughts
And my desperate hope to find you an endless exercise in swoon theories;
All leading to this one true moment when I hold you in my gaze
Will you remember me for what the whole universe is now
Ablaze?

I'm here,
I'm on your frequency,
In your atmosphere
Love,
Please say you remember me?

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