I have a memory, somewhere in my head.
It's cold, it's dark and I am all alone.
I look at the stars, see the bright one on the right,
The one we saw together before you made me sad.
I taste the salt of my tears, that are diluted by the rain,
Which way do I go, I just don't know as I wander up and down.
People pass, nudging and bumping, I'm invisible nobody see's me,
There's nothing in my head just darkness,, then a flashing light.
I spin, or do I? Is it the world or my mind turning around?
Then suddenly I see much clearer, I'm not stuck, I'm free.
I know just what to do, I've finally decided,
I don't spin, I stride, I know now just where I am going.
The black river rushes beneath the bridge, foaming in whirlpools going so fast,
I stand on the bridge, I look up at the moon, I jump I am floating down as the river covers me!!
the endless ocean
with rippling and foaming waves
simply glides and sways
In the rust drain,
She sweeps memories,
Revolting white froth,
Effervescent with fast time
and alkaline bruises
too slow to catch up.
On rustic terracotta,
She walks with pricked feet,
That foam, it recurs in tides
and spreads all over
like spilt milk on spoilt food.
And she shoves her bruises,
The nostalgic nightmares
through the drain,
She’ll cleanse her rustic terracotta
But she doesn’t know,
The foam will come again.
water
his undertow
where seagulls still hold to
his touch on the stiffening mast,
sails gone —
sea swept,
his shipwreck
staging her oars —
whispers in the water
she screams
The rain halted, but the breeze didn't cool.
Fiery sunny colors dwindle in the heat.
Cubes of sugar didn't dissolve.
Unappetizing or overgrown tea
It lacks both charm and stillness.
In that, you stated you'd stand back
Breath is a wave-spelling foam.
An array of fresh guides at a helm
Steamy urges lacking restraint
Colleen warbles a soothing tune.
Watery waves in the hair
Slanting eyes like the lustrous sun
A hug will place a froth in the veins.
A blessing from above.
If you omitted my thoughts on you.
Chimes of snow rang out in unison.
Please recognize my yesteryear.
Blazed a flame of regal blue.
When tomorrows are made of foam.
Staring up into the darkness of the sky.
Loose in waves of the cosmic ocean.
Fizzing, with the onset of quantum foams.
Sending dark energy to faraway galaxies.
Where does zero matter but odyssey?
And are in awe about never grace.
To shrink the size of the cosmos.
to within the reach of my palms.
October 29, 2022
My memory foam mattress
is so old
we seem to have lost our memory
Of what integrity
and when
and where
and how habitually
we have been lying about
Or even synergistically
just now talking about.
The Old Man, In Sight Of White Foaming Sea
Of its beauty the old man was quite fond
breadth and depth of that massive ancient pond
Great sea rolling with its foaming white turf
behemoths on which daring young men surf
Old man sitting on favorite low hill
gazed down at sandy beach feeling that thrill
To be young with ice waters in his veins
rather than so lost in his daily pains
Brief moment, his heart saw young love again
with carefree life, no worries about sin
O' what gambles his heart would again take
but never her true love, would he forsake
As red-sun set, one final look taken
at first love, for his wife, now forsaken
Robert J. Lindley, 3-25-2017
Note: I started this sonnet last month, finally stopped being lazy and finished it today..
Rare for me to leave sonnets unfinished and I can not remember why I left this one about half complete..
Now that it is finished, I can only hope it may bring something positive/inspirational to its readers..
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Total # Words: 110
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