Spun into the black
mind switched to semi-auto

screened latest movie with a twist
unfurling mystery

there we are, dreaming,
lighting up the black.

I love to be basked in your madness
Coz my lunacy brims out in your warmth of love
Unbridled, ecstatic

-

she laid there on the carpet
like a fuzzy brown pillow
i could see her mid-mass
slowly rise and fall

small twitchings of her paws
caught my eye as she began
running in a yard of dreams,
expressing her excitement for 
                    it

a rear leg jerks followed by another
but they never seem to coordinate,
all the same i know she dogtrots
quickly in her vast green parcel

i think now her goal has just
been reached, her legs are
straight and she is softly
barking muted "yes"s
through her nostrils—

her tail wags significantly,
dissipating quietly vented
puppy treats...



"sleep dog"
© 2020 by Seranaea Jones
all rights reserved

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When half a century of my life has gone
I'd like to live in the countryside
Or maybe a cabin next to the sea
I would like a dog and cat of no special breed
Windy days to dangle the wind chimes
A Capil heater in a modestly furnished lounge
Curtains shut for instant midnight and candlelight for thought
No loud noise, and no glare from an insensitive TV screen
Bombarding the beautiful silence with negativity
A little art studio on the side where I can explore
Bottles with stained water and paintbrushes
No exhibition for condescending tongues and haughty eyes
Maybe all the above is just a dream
It may never become a reality
But it is still a dream
And maybe ... Just Maybe ... I can dream it into reality

respectfully
pointing out:

the word world
is just
another word
to say
me.

your world
is not
my world

your struggle
can be
my struggle

how each of us
perceive it,
creates
two different
worlds

if this is true,
our worlds
are merely
the deduction
of information
that forms
emotional
activity
inside
our brain

marvelously
liberating
this is