-Lingering like wisps of cloud after a pouring rain,
tendrils of the images that come within a dream.
A stone wall throwing its shadow over a nesting crane,
a rictus of a face familiar yet warped by a scream.
Would you add your words to this to make it complete?No more imagination to make my world complete ,you know,
To stay or not to stay? Hell no i may never go.
A rictus is a word unbeknownst to thee,
Spellchecker says not a word,let it be.
In his abode his casket lay bare,
They stole him,no one cares.
bye
And in the air a midnight mare
who gallops past on silent hooves
above a fitful sleeper's head,
outracing both her moon and sun.
And so the three of us tend to sleep
Not in concrete forms of truth from studied literature
Or from a certain specific memory that makes us weep
But from within ourselves, our own caricature.
Hey Firecat, you can ask members in the Poetry Castle at http://www.fliprap.com to collaborate with you
This I wanna wanna do, I'll be back to.
This is great on it's own but i don't know what I would add...
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