Drunk On Familiar

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.

5 Responses to “Drunk On Familiar”

  1. beautiful opening stanza,

    very animated imagery, thanks for sharing,
    Happy Rally.


  2. somewhat sad but inspiring imagery.

  3. Janrae Mendoza Says:

    Beautiful poem. I love it πŸ™‚

  4. Thanks to all three of you πŸ™‚

  5. love how your words pop.
    keep it up.

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