"semaniusly" poems
1 Ring
5 Rings
10 Rings
20 Rings…
I was just sleeping—
walking down the stairs
with heavy feet.
The window cracks
shining light to my face—
tempting me back to bed.
Opposite of a charming kiss
given unto a princess in slumber.
…
But I cant go to sleep
as she doubled the rings on the door.
So I opened the door
and like a dead corpse,
I faded by the light.
“Ahhh.”
At that moment
I remembered what I dreamt of…
“Lying and Semaniusly”
Blurted out
as I realized
I was already blocked?
“That makes no sense!”
I thought to myself.
Why would they do that?
What was the reason for it?
Was it necessary?
All of these questions
and my mind was tied
to the self-deprecating rings
that stopped me
from searching in this dream.
———————————-
To acknowledge
that I left the dream confused
was frustrating.
But cleanly
I came out of the dream—
and had to check
if it really was a dream…
Contumely so—
I left with a new word.
“Semaniusly”?
Jul 28, 2025
Jul 28, 2025 at 9:26 AM UTC