Dead eyes, night lights,
a sea of stars drowns in obsidian skies
and Time’s withered claws scrape across
the mirror in your mind.
Or is it a window?
Eyes shine bright in the reflection
but there’s something on the other side:
the huff and bustle of sleepy coffee shop life.
Rain drips down the glass beneath your tired eyelids.
Or is it a curtain?
Stained-glass tear stains,
the rain melts the rose-colored windows into view.
Is it steam that fogs your sleepy mind?
Blink. Stare. Repeat.
Pillow stuffed with dreams undreamt,
held hostage by nightmares that are.
Or is it the feathers that tickle you awake?
Tickle? I meant choke.
Rip their claws off your neck,
wake up and smell the coffee!
Or is it desperation?
Breathe it in, let the caffeinated air
fill your lungs until they implode,
and look – you’re alive!
Insomnia loves the taste you leave
in its gaping labyrinth mouth,
and my favorite color eyes
are the ones that are open
because obscurity
is just another word for blinking too long.
And what are you doing here, anyway?
You’re looking for something, aren’t you?
Or someone?
Then perhaps this is a mirror after all.
© Copyright Samantha Rose 2018
Love the depth of this poem and the imagery it evokes for the reader. Beautifully crafted with a perfect closing line.
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Thank you so much! Your words of encouragement mean a lot.
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So very clever … and evocative. The claws on the glass made me flinch even … 😌🌸
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Beautiful expression.
Thanks for visiting my blog and welcome to blogging world.
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Thank you so much for stopping by and leaving a comment! I cant wait to check out more of your writing.
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Welcome and thanks too Samantha.
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Reblogged this on John Barleycorn and commented:
Been there,😊
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Thank you so much for reblogging! I’m glad you liked it 🙂
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My pleasure
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We’re always looking for something…
Dear brain, shut up, will you? Oh you can’t, can you?
Beautiful.
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My word you are an amazing poet. This is brilliant in function and form. It is evocative and inviting. Wonderful.
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For some reason this scared the crap out of me. Or did it? I enjoyed it. Didn’t I? Did I say enjoyed? I meant feared. Didn’t I? Major Tom to Samantha Rose. 😁
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Haha it’s hard to tell with poetry, huh? Thank you, Walt!
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‘Tis my pleasure Samantha ☺
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I Love this!!! It is perfect in rhythm and imagery. The questions give a beat, a pause, that works perfectly each time. You are super gifted and it is always a pleasure to read your poetry!!!!
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Thank you so much, Susan! As always, you are too kind and your words mean a lot 🙂
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