Susan Woodrow Poet Terza Rima

Twisted Dreamz

Taunting nightmares emerge in the night
Wiggling their way through the gray to appear
In sharp colored images of the acute hindsight

Shooed away from the light of reality’s sear
Torched to misty nothings in busy moments
Endlessly they wait for the dark they don’t fear

Damned is the path that flows with heart’s intent
Doubly damned in the wishful forgetting
Rousing demons that thrive on torments

Etching, they grind-scratch in a bloodletting
Amorphous artists that rearrange the real
Making sure there’s a sensed regretting

Zealously, they carve into the now surreal

(8/25/2020: ’96 Sea Ray 400; Bethel Is.)

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Silent One August 26, 2020 at 5:21 AM You can win, can you.... damned is the path that flows with the hearts intent.... damned if you do, damned if you dont... somethings though, you cant really carve... dont you think? Susan Woodrow August 26, 2020 at 3:02 PM only if you get total amnesia...true but memories of stupidity certainly carve themselves into various distortions :)