Get Your Premium Membership

Good Morning Good Night

good morning  good night i walked the shadows of hidden meadows until there was a sign to the right,  you were bathing in the light, then it all fell flat  good morning good night  ride along and sing a song with vague attempts of interpretation, a transatlantic whirlpool of twisting and turning emotion,  good morning good night   i'm sorry that karma took a small hit, but it wasn't my intention  good morning good night perhaps this connection is a singularly demented projection upon failing stars whose shine still glitter but with shadows of fear  good morning  good night smiling involuntarily is a beautiful thing I'm sure,  especially at matters of such insignificance,  good morning good night one strides a rhythmic cadence as the little one jaunts with such carefree joy and big picture indifference  good morning good night  it's memory prevention week so I'm setting traps to bring the backhanded troll to justice, it's a pretty penny to forgive and forget, my inheritance a bitter serenity absorbing youthful anxiety good morning good night  stars cluster unaware of our constant stare, some have the look of shame, masking hatred, they're twinkling smiling faces protecting the ones to blame good morning  good night nothing takes aim at the gaps and empty spaces that go on and on, and then even after that they go beyond, not so much as a truth or dare of importance, more or less an allowance, an embrace good morning good night of course there's courage but it's arrogance that gets the job done, with a split personality the lion awaits a cautious blend  good morning  goodnight  the truth of the matter preys pretend and colors splatter in a failed attempt to matter, one way is the same all day, baring stops an road blocks along the way good morning good night the hours played sleepless depravation, no breeze, no oscillation, a simple man I am not, from where I've come a curious lot good morning good night  after all has been said and nothing has been done, there is the missing, and the knowledge and the truth, but in the end we'll start over again good morning good night

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things