Dreamcatchers are woven by the butterflies
with filaments of her hair.
They struggle against the nightmares,
hiding her from insomnia's wide eyes.
Birdwings collect stray eyelashes
fashioning them into beads
with the tears she cedes
from the dark illusion's ashes.
Champions summoned from their citadels
called forth by the kaleidoscope
free the tethers of the frontal lobe,
ringing the dawn's golden bell.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
