Poem: Bang


Cement walking

running from thunderstorms

a parallel universe

where life is underneath

clouds with silver linings

The voice at the other end

is rapid fire rain drops

bringing it back alive

And while the dog may hide

afraid of the noise

I let it bang my insides

to help me

wake up

 

 

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Poem: Becoming Real


After the rain

And the thundering slice

of intrusion in my night 

Came visions 

Visitors passing through 

the corridors 

Recognizable yet playing different parts

Their sense of urgency 

Begging to be seen

The deep drenched corners 

Hiding soggy villains 

Flushed out

Riding turbulent mind waves

It never seems quite right 

Distorted but familiar 

Then it fades back 

What is left before 

Disappears altogether 

Falling gently from another time 

Brushing softly the apparition 

Lurking in the limbic 

Floating down 

It takes root

And becomes real