Crawling Through The Bathroom Window
I woke up
with blueberries
and walnuts
on my mind
yet
You never gave me your money
only came through the bathroom window
protected by a silver spoon
with a porcelain bowl
filled with the contents
that haunts
my wit
Yesterday whispered
to today
while tomorrow
remained incognito
So, I let her ride
between the sheets
a distractor
to taboo
fantasies
A Dominatrix
to the familiar
a muzzle to the mundane
Yellow lorry slow,
nowhere to go
a magical state
that creates
substance
an experience
that takes us beyond
of what Monday promised
A Friday is provided
during midweek
though obstructing us
to an early Saturday morning
regret
Sunday can still be seen beyond
the horizon
The resurrection to
humanity's fallacy
Breakfast still awaits me
in her Golden hand
as I crawl back into
the counterpane
Dreaming of what
we are
and what we might
have been
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Comments
Strong start, my friend. Let me see, what can I say? Delightfully unexpected. I looked up the word Sorrow recently, said it was the sense of loss. Some of us carry it. Some may not perceive of it is my perspective. What might have been? Well, that's another thing not all of us have, is a dream. A dream can keep you alive! It's poetry in the soul to speak of a dream for dreams are our true desires. Once we strip back the contemporary constructs of morality is when our authenticity comes to light and we achieve our real potential. It's poetry in the soul to speak of a dream.
Thanks for feedback. 3 stars kind of hit me hard but that is okay it is your perspective. There is a mixture of metaphors that I used. Part of it was a muse on words, part was a dream that is mixed into humanity's reality. Quite complicated. I purposely used Paul McCartney's words and made them into my own interpretation.
Sorry there, mate. I'm a hard critic. Maybe it might soften the blow.