2018, dreams

A strange dream

I’m living in a small house 

and a my best friend is this girl.

We’re both kids.

We have a thing for each other

We do everything with each other.

I guess we girl friend and not friend.

But as the dream goes on.

She stops getting older.

And I do get older.

At the end of the dream.

I see she likes this boy.

And as a man

I introduce them to each other

Walk out the door as they are talking to each other

Get in my car

To begin to drive away.

And wake up.

2018, POETRY

Darkness

I know what that is.
When it comes at me
Those memories of loss.
They rise
trying to take over my thoughts.

It is quiet now;
yet, there is an odor of solitude
That surrounds me
I can smell it
as I breathe the smoke perfumed dry air.

Harsh
Speechless.
My tongue sticks to the base of my mouth
My lips dry and chapped.
I am a book of snow
As I stand on the back porch
Cold 
Staring over the snow covered rooftops.
Hoping I could spread my wings
And fly
Like an eagle
Once more
Fearless in fiery feathers,
who remains alone
Apart from its small fleeting life.

2018, notes, POETRY

Unobtrusive

It’s the only thing I woke up with
 in my head
 this morning.
Everything else just faded out so fast,
Don’t understand the message
My brain was telling me.
It was very low key,
A single word,
Bouncing around up there.

Unobtrusive.

Unnoticeable,
Understated,
As it was quite elusive;
Albeit,
It attracted attention
From the subconscious
To the conscious.