Senses On Overdrive Poem by Patricia Fritsche

i.



Obsidian night

slippers tread lightly on

orb returning cycle in line

dreams craving casting fate

obscure canals seen channel feelings



ii.



mimic sullen moods in mix

making headway's gain

playing into doubt's game, though,

straight ahead, or not...



iii.



getting through quick sand

lost thoughts tumbling in confusion

bellying up

effort extends stronger hands, now...



iv.



hope hearing tired beats echoing softly

ticking away

valuable seconds away

faith meets

her calling que before all trust ends.



v.



Yet. the moon stays peaceful

and unrestrained

until the morning sun tends to its flock,

still overwhelmed by it all.