Poem of the Day – Free Dream

Free Dream


Buckles rusting; green copper coloured pain slithering

Quick sand shoes sinking into broken glass dispenser

A seeping wet pillow with rain from the open window


Parked wings on rooftop howling in gusts of lessons

War torn arena exposing poor concrete construction

An assembly of disorder

A breathing cleaver sacked in brittle silver foil


Wrapped in grilled onion ring splendour

Enduring light shimmering through literal meaning

Supple severed and crystal shining rings puncture our memory

Or my disgust


Myself alone in bedclothes pressed for effect

Clean cloth softly caressing white tender warmth

Price of the dealer is set to flow through to borrow

A life

A list

A bold endeavour



Copyright Patrick Turner-Lee January 1st 2017

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