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November 28, 2022

A Daymare in Dark Water

By Ken Allan Dronsfield

A Daymare in Dark Water

Seeing you inhale as you weave poetry
hearing Comfortably Numb in my ear
eyes struggle to keep track of your vision
Feeling that light that warms the heart
capture your smile in a net by the river
I despise the silver wire upon which I walk
Choose the curtain, separated by the sun
I love you, but am still with empty hands
I'll play you a tune with my old six string
birds stop flying and stare incredulously
eyes close as my spirit babbles in gibberish
stones scream loudly in frightening tones.
Breathe deep with a harsh gathering doom
People in rocking chairs look back and lament
Dusty hazy light fades during twilight's gloom
Your day is forever done; your lost mind spent.
Passionate lovers play and kiss in the setting sun
A widowed man cries out loud in woeful misery
A sketchy mother scolds her disobedient little boy
The old folks silently wish they were still young
Black water flows silently deep in the great bay
Colorless shapes move in the quivering shadows
Dancing to the songs of the lonesome cicada
I cry out, what is real and which the illusion?
I watch your face melt into a puddle of wax
slowly open my eyes, as the Dentist says, "next"!

Article © Ken Allan Dronsfield. All rights reserved.
Published on 2022-08-01
Image(s) are public domain.
2 Reader Comments
John Lodge
10:20:50 AM
Reads very much like Grahame Edge of the Moody Blues on their album Days of Future Past, still, I like the message in it, Ken, you always write thoughtfully.
Antony King
10:20:50 AM
I've enjoyed this talent for quite a while, and I am very glad you are sharing his gift of words. Excellent write.
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