Archive for November 14, 2012

Drunk On Familiar

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , , on November 14, 2012 by dc

Hunting for new thoughts
In the half pickled forest
The sky flicks its tears,

Gales bluster and shake,
New ideas muddy troubles
And the roots wind on,

Into the open,
A single sun ray shining,
A slit in the dark,

A glorious moment,
A dizzy stomach growling,
An old thought polished,

As the sun elopes
Leaving you simple once more,
Drunk on familiar.