PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Wildly, trying to grasp, a shape, some shape

No colour or texture, only its gelatinous form

Washing and gurgling, wine in a cup

Sipping from goblets, like I’m the queen

Nations and faces and feelings and fable

Trying, acting and today is the truth

Where is God, I don’t need him now or again

Screaming your name, wailing, shrieking

Opening my eyes and dreaming

Crying, weeping, but only for you

Lacrimere, toadstool, audacity and puerility

Widening, dreaming, hoping for this

Watching you come after me

Chasing and waving and fall to the ground

With and without the death of the plague

Watering, growing, calluses healed

Focusing, knowing, learning to exhale

A song for a bard has to beat odds

Lengthening, mixing the sands

You gave me rose-tinted glasses

They don’t seem to come off