Poetry

Shadow of the room, languid, surreal, moonless nights, drifted.

After midnight, no sign of recognition, moved through plangent lights,
ceremony of surprise, photographs in stopped time.

Behind my eyes, perfect stillness, lost in the mist of poetry, made a second
sky.

They say write poetry, I carry, in my grotesque melodrama, my luminous
sensitivity, the stored bitterness of my childhood, the beauty of indrawn
tides.

I forgive their transgressions against me, idly time passes, listening to the
wind, counting the clouds.

Flashback, trips of the 60s, another program of light, in the mist of another
place, another life, another program, another date.

Some journeys take years, go where you least expect to go, poetry.

* * * * *

Dennis Thomas is an Australian poet who resides in Canberra.  His work has appeared in The Lost Words, and The South Townsville micro poetry journal.  He is currently preparing his fourth collection.

His contributions to Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure can be found here.

Leave a comment

1 Comment

  1. Dr. Hurley’s Digest, Vol. II, Issue 29 « Dr. Hurley's Snake-Oil Cure

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: