For another time


Again the raindrops screech,

With sound of distant prayer calls

A numbness sets in

Pink, purple, point

Quietly gets into a hazy spin

Turning colourless.

With the smell of coffee, blueberries and chips

My emotion relieves,

Rage fades into melody

With sight of umbrellas afloat,

Β Cement sets down

Β In pasty blocks beneath the sun.

This wears off my deadness

And cars are loud and maddening again

Making me rush off my dream.

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7 thoughts on “For another time

  1. I believe dreaming is what one keeps going . And day -dreaming seems blissful I must say. Nicely penned. πŸ™‚

  2. And you write poetry too!! This is a fabulous read with great imagery… I love the tone of the poem… a feel of longingness , which grows stronger towards the end.

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