Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Shapes

From the hillside,
when I tired of staring at dreams
escaping into the horizon,
I sensed your presence

Back to the footpath, you follow
silent along the edge
until I wedge within wood
to stare up at my ghost

Daunting you haunt,
hunt souls like me who dare dream

You merge with growing darkness,
only thin matter woven into shapes forming,
unfurling, reforming,
hoping to encase me

Trapped in my mind with dimming hopes,
I take solace, recreate
the essence of angels in words
that reside, winged

like you, hide inside
the soiled heart of gray matter
Do you devour spirits, too?

I’m in my woods nightly
on the edge,
dreaming of courage to run
before your shapes fall

on me

3.31.21
26 lines, freeverse
For Taboo Words

Original:

Dark Clouds

You follow silent along the edge
until I wedge within wood
to stare up at my ghost

daunting you haunt
even hunt souls like me

you could merge with growing darkness
only thin matter
woven into shapes forming dreams
hoping to encase me,
where I’m trapped,
in my mind with my dimming hopes
to recreate
even the essence of angels
who reside, white
hide inside the soiled heart of you

do you devour them too?

I’m in my woods
on the edge
getting the courage to run
before your fallen

3.20.21