3:29 P.M. Procrastination


Irises focusing in and out of small wire boxes
orange leaves color the woods across from my room
The urge to pick up my left arm,
move layers of cotton and fleece off flesh
Jump into the whirlwind of Mother Nature's orange and brown
refocus the brown irises, keep the image behind them
I dreamt of flying and I couldn't tell if I was flying or dying
but I dreamt of flying
Sitting on a ledge atop an apartment building
depths of the absence of light-all inclusive format of color
The urge to push my legs off terra cotta bricks
fly into the orange and brown
And I couldn't tell if I was going to fly upward or color everything red
but I dreamt of flying
The strength to jump-having faith in the song of my soul
silent and empowered?
Loud and diminished?
I dreamt of flying and I couldn't tell if I was flying or dying
I dreamt of flying and I couldn't tell if I was flying or dying

Poem Rating:
Click To Rate This Poem!

Continue Rating Poems


Share This Poem