Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

The White Scene

1st Place, January, Taboo Words

The whitest, palest dreams drift
on this medium staring up at me, as if
'when you gonna go?' Taunting.
The world waits for no dreamer,
cast adrift on past memories,
'when you gonna quit?' Reliving.

Hollow clouds furl, separate, reform
on the palest vault staring down, as if
'you waste too much time here.’ Idling.
Plucky birds that dare winter in trees
fly away, as if mocking me in song,
'when will you soar again?' Mimicking

all the songs, all the horizon's offerings,
all the world spares, every dream dreamt.
Where's motivation, can't compel these limbs?
Where's desire, can't feel the beating thing?

The whitest, palest scene is adrift.
The medium on flat surface decays
every moment this world spins further away,
as the clouds reconstruct no matter what.

Nature is outside waiting, no one to play.
When will you search, reach. It flies away?
Blank as a page.

1.31.22
23 lines, free verse

For Taboo Words:
A Blank Page
fresh
clean
new
promise
resolutions
or any derivatives

I have no purpose if I don't employ it.