Around and about ten o'clock PM,
No matter how tired I felt through the day,
Something strange happens within my brain stem
And I'm ready to up, up, and away!
Ideas hit me from out of the blue.
My creativity suddenly stirs.
Levels of energy refresh anew
And beddy-bye thoughts unfocus and blur.
I know in the morn the price must be paid.
I'll be more tired when the day must begin.
But songs will be lost and ideas fade...
But lacking in sleep will wear one quite thin...
It seems to me that whichever I choose
One way or another I only lose.
Categories:
unfocus, sleep,
Form: Sonnet
Black, Blue’s dream of knowing
Today, eyes heavenward, an unclouded
blue unto eternity. Look up. Swim
this fathomless sea far as perspective
can carry. Leave behind L.A. Leave used
shores brown as inversion’s earthbound air. Out
past even the strongest of gulls. Beyond
the reaching dust of wings, beyond soundings.
Here, no news of polluted bays; no news
of consequence of run-off. Treated
effluvium of the massed means nothing
to us oared, masted with eyes unbroken.
Night, quiet eddy of the day’s blinking,
is not the domain of dreams for nothing.
Here, eyes unfocus fearless of shipwrecks.
Categories:
unfocus, dream, hope, love, night,
Form: Sonnet