John Lawless Poet Rhyme

I fear the closets fuzzy things

I fear the closets fuzzy things
Unseen thoughts with distant stings
Dreams soft whispering breezes bring
To calm the demons to which I cling

For life has had its way with me
It taints the beauty that I see
With brushstrokes marred by visions lie
That wingless birds could learn to fly

I sit and long for never was
Wary of that closet fuzz
For monsters all have shape and size
And fuzzy thoughts spread wicked lies

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Gershon Wolf March 13, 2025 at 8:36 PM You are on a roll, sir. This is super, methinks.

Hilda Greenhough March 13, 2025 at 8:04 AM I have to fav this one. I need to clear my closet. This poem is Laugh and Love. Thanks for the morning kick.

Kim Rodrigues March 13, 2025 at 6:48 AM Interesting and unexpected. A childlike fear of monsters in the closet. … With brushstrokes marred by visions lie That wingless birds could learn to fly…fuzzy thoughts…

Lin Lane March 13, 2025 at 6:16 AM John, after reading many of your poems, I'm left wondering your source for the direction and dimension of what's prompted them. This is one of those that leaves me feeling that way and at the same time, amazed at your ability to write something that left me on the edge of darkness.