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Poem of the Day – A Bawling Dream

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https://www.ptlpaintings.com/

 

A Bawling Dream

 

Packed in blinding hot boxes on wheels

Stolen away; a breath a day

Gasping in unison with choked birds singing

Thinking of black and white cover photos

Not knowing

The implications

 

Tunes tinkling distant;

As whistling balloons are rising.

Picturing copper sulphate skies

As tubes of tales smelt the fire with an evening sunset.

 

Waves washing, windows tears

Just holding a fantasy:

Mad to see, the smiling faces.

 

Droplets from above; meeting the streams below

Demanding attention not seeking.

Grinding stones, wrapped in solar dust:

For shining trinkets

Swaying in buckets

Piled in stadiums

To haunt the memory

 

A palace of misfortune

To Gather

To make apprehension a norm

A day to day storm brewing

A revolving

Coin

 

December 3rd 2017

Patrick Turner-Lee Copyright

 

 

 

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