by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
I had the strangest dream
last night.
I made it to that class
I always seemed to miss
and thought that I had
finally passed,
walked back to my car
parked at the diner
and found it totally trashed.
These chasing ghosts won’t
let go of me
as I lay beside my sleeping
family.
I have had enough of
the dark and heavy air.
The tremble stops,
and I think that I
may finally sleep—and so
lay down my head;
and with a calm heart
and quiet laugh
notice that the roses
are dead.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016