Too Soon To Sleep Again
A flower smiles
A tree shrugs off the golden bird.
Over the hill the red moon shines
And the blue sun is ashamed
To rise so late.
I seek to hold the nonsense
In my head and speak with
Tongues of liquid fire as
Time flows sideways back
From disaster to apocalypse.
And then I wake
and all
Is as it was.
Too soon to sleep again.
Kim Helen James
28/2/2020
Copyright © Kim James | Year Posted 2020
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