I tripped over my dreams
Sprawling on the rug
As I stepped out of bed
Unrested, nursing anxiety
From visions splattered
Across the dark walls;
Clouding my head
As I struggle to remember
Nights of sweet slumber
When the dreams were pretty;
Now, they lie gasping
For breath, to remain alive
As our world turns into
A living nightmare!
A spoonful of dreams
Makes me think of
All things sweet
Yet I wonder what if
They are sour or bitter
Like memories, nightmares?
Can I stir them into
The cup of my life
Without the fear of rousing
Demons that I had denied
A place at the table
A setting in my mind!
When they scream
In your head
Distant nightmares
Dancing with the shadows
In cerebral crevices
The eyes glaze over
In reminiscent darkness
Pleasures that were joy once
Now howling of loneliness
Sometimes a smile
Now a frown on chapped lips
Empty Nest #1 – A poem in 13 words
Lounging in the winter glow
Unravelling ragged sweaters
Darned with memories of yore!
Empty Nest #2
When they scream
In your head
Distant nightmares
Dancing with the shadows
In cerebral crevices
The eyes glaze over
In reminiscent darkness
Pleasures that were joy once
Now howling of loneliness
Sometimes a smile
Now a frown on chapped lips
Blue Pen Strokes 