Falling golden strands like liquid sunbeams
Litter the sketchy pepper length like discarded dreams.
Silvery chrome scratchings and blood-drawn orbs
Reveal a state beyond the physical.
Blue river of words flowing like the murky Missouri--
Changing and rearranging the thoughts of escaping yellow butterflies.
A soft twitching, a gentle ticking, then a screaming clatter of life.
Ends become beginnings and switch roles yet again.
A sudden cacophony of orchestral clanks
Banging in a rapture--a moment to capture
Swimming in buttermilk light.
Author notes
This poem is about the night I had to spend waiting at a truck stop for my friend to pick me up. I had been badly physically hurt and had several things happening around me. For example of my metaphorical meanings, "liquid sunbeams" references my hair as it fell from where it was torn from my scalp onto my coat.
This poem was written 13 November 2006.
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