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Ike Keyson Poem
My Turquoise Pillow
Rest my slumber into the night
Onto a journey, fraught with no fright
Seek to align with allies of good
Weary of strangers with tales of delight
Take the forked road less traveled and dare
To roll with the lovelies, while masking his stare
Seek to align with allies of good cheer
Avoiding temptations and signs to beware
Walk with a vigorous, prosperous pace
Thoughtless provoking throughout the race
There upon nudge, a thrip to the lobe
A seemingly Cheshire-like smile on your face
Occasional speech, or by hands be it clear
Once if by sea, be it twice if by ear
All the while stoic, frozen in time
Except for unceasingly relentless bold fear
Merrily mingling throughout the days
Alone and adrift in a harrowing haze
Whirling in contrast and twirling to right
Then stretching up to her awesome gaze
Storm and lightning clamoring their sound
Stinging sheets of windswept drops pound
Ducking there for cover, safely to retreat
Lurking in the shadows, strangers all around
Horses or autos dare to streak about
Rattling dead trees leaves. All along the route
Seeking safe haven not the terminally ill
A secluded retreat awash in a stout
Sluggishly slumbering up off the bed
Reality returns, its dreamscape is dead
Turning acock, o'er shoulder I see
A turquoise clad pillow that's rested my head
Copyright © Ike Keyson | Year Posted 2020
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