Apr 2019
before dawn
voiceless streets
rain like dropping pins
grits of sleep
tucked in eyes
throb of restless night
treacle hours
cyclone mind
morning crawling in
turn my way
back to you
underneath the sheets
heat flowers
warm smile
rises in the dark
spend a breath
sounds anew
alive and alive
voiceless streets
rain like dropping pins
grits of sleep
tucked in eyes
throb of restless night
treacle hours
cyclone mind
morning crawling in
turn my way
back to you
underneath the sheets
heat flowers
warm smile
rises in the dark
spend a breath
sounds anew
alive and alive
Written: April 2019.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time as part of Savannah Brown's escapril challenge. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
