Green Clouds # 3 - Poem by Poet Dragon
Hello green things piled like puffs of prancing joy
heaped upon my palate, my brainpan going wild
The butterflies flick their wings and dance on...
then sinking to the earth like poisoned hope
The milk and honey are like starlight kisses
flaking from my eyes until I spin and skew
watching the flesh spread across the sky
blazing into a galaxy of spiraled numbers
Fuzzy blares like raindrops beating me to death
at once I am peaceful and at war with nothing
There is a grateful aching in my breast
wanting freedom like a spark or spatter of rain
Simpler times lay ahead and across my path
remnants of a crumbled empire of silver lining
where the clouds gathered and their beauty tore free
until the sky shouts thunder as the ground hisses back.
Let the toppling failings of my psyche transcend
into words, pictures of blessed clarity and poise
groaning as it coalesces like flame in a wind
the complex ringing scatters...it goes quiet.
Here, like all finality, we speak softly and crowd around
there is a light speaking to us of our dreams
I am brought up into the waking of my dead spirit
and hope fervently that the clouds do not scatter too quickly.
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