Saturday, September 13, 2014

Sir - by Bob Atkinson

(c)2014 Bob Atkinson

Sir, can we sit and talk
so I can give you my concerns
about this life
and all its worth

no, not for something profound
just for my own provision
to keep me centered in my life
satisfied and soothed by pride

thank you

softly, I see the scene, displays a dream
velvet in its touch, smooth, sweetly draped
across my eyes visible, told with delight
as if a work of art derived from emotion

prevailing winds keep this person
upon an edge, as if on a knife
whispering go on, keep your attention
centered on your dreams

brave in your leaning
toward your constant dreaming
all arranged so elegant
from dusk to dawn visible in effect

then, during the night
dreams fold as if so frightened
afraid to show their openness
asleep, not recalled when wanted


Sir, if you will pretend
that my meaning has recompense
can use some support
thank you for all your notions

I'll sleep now

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