The dreams threatened to drag her under
Hooked her on a tight nylon thread
of things that could be and should be
Ideas that swam round in her head
Indecisive, she watched them glide round her
Made no attempt to grab on to a thought
And as her alarm's siren call started wailing
Once again mundane Monday had her caught.
©cih17, 22:15, 08.11.17
starcline - less a blog, more a derailed train of thought
About Me
- clinestar
- Part time poet, full time librarian, student of the delights of milk chocolate. Likes books, milk, paddling, poetry, scribbling, chocolate, notebooks, sea, piers. Not necessarily in that order. All work copyright cih.