Dear Dreams,
Stop bringing a version of him Who could love me Into the orbit of my desires When I wake I ache for your mistaken version When I look into his blue eyes I’m surprised when they turn away And when he dreams of someone else I find myself trying to become that otherness Dear Dreams, Let me rest tonight contentedly At most, I’m gifted a century under this sun Don’t let me come undone For impossibilities I've been reading Sandman comics, listened to The Invisible Life of Addie Larue, and have been writing a witchy novel, so with dreams and fate and elements hidden from the realm of humans, these poems have been little flowers I've picked from the field of thoughts.
|
AuthorCorrie Thompson is a writer, blogger, avid reader, and photographer. Follow her poetry on instagram: @mis.underwood Archives
July 2023
Categories |