linger eyes
and look to me,
in the darkest place
where your heart
rots and corrupts
your soul, brain
no matter, soul
and bone, and
feathers shed
your wings torn out
don’t matter. linger
eyes and look at me
where your heart lies
in the darkest place.
Tag: linger
Visions That Linger [poem #278]
A Note About This Poem: Questioning how we ‘see’ our dreams, how we ‘talk’ about them (to ourselves or to people). The strange occurrence when dreams seem to have a plotline (a story to tell) and how we think about these stories as somehow linked to each other.
Eyes wash lips hold
secrets unfold, unfolding
like dreams that link
together into visions
that linger, simmering
in the back of the brain.
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