Within waking dream
3 April 2016

Sound the bells
They come flying low
Spring blossoms
On birch trees
The water way above knees
On shaking columns
Grant me pen
That I may write check
On balance
Between worlds
Leverage is more than it hurls
From empty spaces
Dark banter
Exclusion now twined
The divine
Under mind
Fluttering in the ribcage
In beats of the sage

Play to fleece
Set your Master peace
Pennies lost
In low stakes
I play chess and domino
Dark theatre of No

Blood curdles
Pokerfaced wolf plays
Raising bets
Lost regrets
Stakes are more than what they seem
I have a winner
Hold it bright
The flames on exchange
Pawn for knight
Cut the light
We warned you once in twilight
On path in between
Soul supreme
Walking through hurdles
Chastised spells
Ringing knells
Safety of the messenger
Within waking dream
Reading of the poem:

Goodbye – B Tribe
Hablame – B Tribe
Asturias – B Tribe
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing written and verbal poetry by a talented writer. Please read and enjoy.
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Thank you for sharing John 🙂
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You are welcome Geetha.
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Wow. This is amazing.
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Thanks a lot John 🙂
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Beautiful words, Geetha. But also filled with a sense of impending danger.
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Thank you Eric. Very true!
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Amazing and powerfully scary
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Thank you Derrick. Very akin to the feeling experienced within the dream inspiring this poem
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Spooky ! ; )
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I guess, yes 😉 Thanks William for reading and commenting 🙂
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Snaky headed women are always spooky to me ! lol ; )
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The age old fear of Medusa 🙂
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yup [shiver]
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Ah ah ah 😀
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I love the sinister world you’ve created within the dream.
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Thanks Marissa 🙂
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