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.
Posted by Marian at 10:11 PM
Labels: , , ,

7 comments:

  1. Kerry O'ConnorNovember 25, 2011 at 12:10 AM

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

    ReplyDelete
  2. Peter GouldingNovember 25, 2011 at 2:29 AM

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

    ReplyDelete
  3. MarianNovember 25, 2011 at 12:06 PM

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

    ReplyDelete
  4. AnonymousNovember 25, 2011 at 4:50 PM

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

    ReplyDelete
  5. CameronNovember 25, 2011 at 8:27 PM

    eschewing is a great mouthful of a word.

    yum.

    ReplyDelete
  6. FireblossomNovember 26, 2011 at 5:58 AM

    I agree with Kerry on that opener.

    ReplyDelete
  7. MarianNovember 27, 2011 at 8:05 PM

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

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)