Pencil drawn spring time
mixed with a shade of unknown;
Fever’s painted blush.
As I walk through life
Into the night
That's where i find
These fevered dreams of mine
I lay in the dark
My mind flies free
In fevered dreams
Im Anyone but me
Fevered dreams
Tearing me apart
In through my soul
And out through my heart.
Fevered dreams
Of my delusions
Bringing me to
Impossible conclusions
Fevered dreams
Haunting my mind
Leaving my secrets
And thoughts Intertwined
I'm burning up
Flying outta my skin
Can't look back
Don't know where to begin
I'm fighting the fire
From these fevered dreams
As flames rise higher
I just wanna be me
I'm a Phoenix rising
Out of its shell
The Sun is shining
Breaking the spell
Born from the flames
As I look to the sky
Im A Phoenix rising
Ready to fly
Comes the fevered dusk
A sultry breeze across skin
banking sun's embers
A brief respite from the heat
of which to sip and gaze stars
7/11/2011
Paula Swanson
For the contest, Tanka You
Sponsored by Francine Roberts
Placement: 1st
In the wee, wee hours when all is still
You can feel your blood athrill
When you hear the ghostly sounds
Of whispered words and baying hounds.
Who is it that speaks so low
That the distant mooing of a cow
Sounds like the plaintive cry of a soul
Echoing from the depths of an abyssal hole?
You give a silent, terror-stricken scream!
Are you in a surrealist dream?
Or is it due to the daily grind
You’re left with only a fevered mind?
The sounds you hear at the midnight hour
Your sanity will neither make nor mar,
For there’s enough cause for you to sorrow -
Your eyes will never, ever see a morrow!