saturday scribes: the air we breathe; 3 words, overcome, chimera, canopy
read write poem: day 12, napowrimo; photo: bird seller, dolce babanne, flickr
the cognizant invisibility
of my digital clock
red light’s silent
thunderous ticking
it’s always this way
overcome with restless-ness
suspended sleep
even here with peace
lying beside me
in gentle waves of water
all wet
a quiet noise comes
the sandman
his twinkling toes
and pink gold floating dust
cannot help but to
take flight the
midnight cool air
a singsong bird’s call
chimera dripping rainbow
we soon soar
peeling past the
canopy effervescent stars
subtlety steady
straight ahead
there’s nothing so like this
not even hot butttered
blueberry pancakes
