Angela

Angela.

Changing the things she can no longer accept,

In-depth

In fact I agree

Dream.

Waiting,

It drains

Explicit or blatant

Rain layered the pavement in an overt manner

What doesn't drain trickles down in sheets to oceans

A concoction a potion

Hypnotist

Sleep.

Mesmerized but draining

It's ten in the morning,

She's headed back to New York.

Feel like I can't sleep

Infrared rendered negative,

Image

Insisted those dreams were a blueprint in pieces

Peace and war

Gravitating toward an exhausting approach

Weight of anchors

And still,

Levitating

A canoe adrift, I'd tease the waves

Good-natured mist

Help me understand or don't help at all

Channeling energy

Changing things I can no longer accept

River banks lining thicket and forest eventually achieving paradise.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This is a bold and strong poem

[C Peril]

A truly brilliant piece of work, exceptionally vivid, powerful. I really admire your fluid style and the tempo of the poem. Well done!

[Ty]

The kind words are much appreciated CP! Feel free to drop by again and again!