Bathe in the white warmth Of words well met, for even The hermit has friends.
Sometimes I panic: Just so many books to read And not enough time.
Sometimes the tea is Heavy, dense; peculiar. Why did it go cold?
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Door slam traffic jam Fuming, steam from ears, hot mess I pause, moonlight healed.
The bottle is full Of air, of liquid; of dreams; Possibilities.
Alliteration Always and about adrift Apex aptly aced. #nationalpoetryday
Bright poke in the eye From Lugh, golden in the blue; I reflect, moon like.
Realising sleep can’t Be replaced by happiness; Broken body heal. Half moon balanced in Equinox sky (black cotton) Flips; my heart the same.
Devil on shoulder Drugs angel, manic demon Unbalanced, now fall… Angel was sleeping Unconscious conscience failed the Moon’s bright handled child.