I heard voices,
Decipher not one.
They heard me not,
As I struggled to lift up –
Enveloped in fear ‘n’ trembling.
“Not real” heard distantly,
I wake up with a racing heart.
Sleep wasn’t peaceful.
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Category: Short Poem
Float
Curtains fell and bottles rolled
I floated in thin air.
Sometimes mind revels in moments
And absent-mindedness gets an appraisal.
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Daily Prompt: Panoply
Picked up a timeworn book at a sale;
Shredding binds, dry rose, remains of silverfish –
Ephemeral but, quintessential panoply.
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Impression
Deep and dark charcoal strokes;
Lost white to curator’s imagination –
Shadow splayed wall left an impression.
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