11.24.2011

cortisone dreams

eschewing my wool knee socks
to stop the clock. the arid
flame resists, entreats further
than worthier souls prepared.

your sunshine burrows beneath what was dry,
lullaby anoints what might have been.

7 comments:

  1. How could I not love that opening line? Grand internal rhymes and this has a tender, regretful mood.

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  2. You can say in six lines what it takes me three pages to write! This flows like a lullaby

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  3. go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, peter goulding :)

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  4. lullaby anoints what might have been. makes me want to sigh

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  5. eschewing is a great mouthful of a word.

    yum.

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  6. I agree with Kerry on that opener.

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  7. :) eschewing dull word choice, day in and day out.

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