Sphinxian Poems | Examples

Pale Sleep Awakens In Fallowed Dreams

Pale sleep awakens.
Another light scorns the earth 
as crooked fingers lash down,
their jagged streaks slashed by 
nagging pall puffs, shattered 
by lofty white swirls.

Breath drawn in- then out,
burying itself in rusted, fallowed 
dreams and nettled streams of 
daylight bleeding through 
slatted blinds.

Humming drones of life
whine along bustling streets.
Sphinxian machinery grinds 
stone to dust, settling somewhere, 
lost in a terra incognita- finding homes 
in pink blushed skies, and seaports where 
the smell of fish and oil hover over wharfs.

Market flowers wag brilliant heads, 
seeking homes. Songbirds scold, 
haggling over baptism in shallow basins.
Dead leaves rattle on pavement, 
scratching destinies, left to southern winds.
The sun tips its hat to the moon,
and slides to an end...to begin again.