Sleepy Dreamer
Char
Passive heart
overtaken with ferocity
closed eyes and whispered lips
coalesce on canvas
telling tales of sorrow, scorn, paradise lost;
Woes
sung from the mouths of beggars
echo in accurately distorted visions.
Body
strewn across an amber floor
wielding arms
acting upon an evolving interpretation
like the violence within a confined fire.
hands,
encrusted in coal
like those of children
clutching pudding pops
on a sultry summer's day,
dartingly swaggering
end to end
occasionally drifting
beyond the set boundary
like a wandering drunk
in search of fulfillment.
By Robert Blunt