John Tansey

Rookie - 140 Points (June 4th,1961...Gemini / Bronx, New York)

Delusions Of Evening - Poem by John Tansey

Evening sets with self-delusion
stirring the synapses
with a steaming
cup of coffee.
A dimly lit oil lamp
shrouded in Saffron
casts the room in an amber hue
where words meld like gold
onto the page
in an alchemic blaze.

Morning rises, dispelling dreams
out of every fold of darkness
to a sterile whiteness
that turning back
such ingots
into leaden blocks of stone
I wake, both bleary eyed
and blood shot, into this failed,
pale bleak
truth of morning

John Tansey


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, November 13, 2013


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