Posted: November 3, 2012 in Poem

Chemically induced torpor
Sleep deepens blacker
Night visions, jumbled dreams
Weird sights, conjoined memory

Day dawns cold and clear
Head muzzled by slumber
Leaden limbs, dragged upright
Head to chest, downcast droops

The dark wet streets beckon
The steel road to employ calls
The snorting mare, fails at the first
Steel seats cold, numbing flesh

A walk through muffled silence
Windblown droplets fall from quercus
The dark slowly lightens, like veils from eyes
Revealing grey, dark, damp

Yesterdays torpor replaced today
By thoughts mostly bright
Mid afternoon, eyelids close
Thoughts of home, returning

  1. Vicky says:

    Yeah!!! Welcome back, where have you been??

    By the sound of your poem, all work and no play?

  2. I had to look up quercus!

    Does that mean you wrote this at work? šŸ˜‰ Nice imagery, can imagine the damp streets and the droplets falling from quercus. Probably because we’ve had wet streets and rain here too.

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