my dream of a suitcase comes only with stress
the clothes to fit in are way too excess
tension mounts: I will miss my flight
nausea rises at my timed-out plight
I wake, and I feel bereaved of my stuff
it’s just my fear I will never be enough
NaPoWrimo Day 4: write about an image from a dream
he loves her when she’s sweet and juice
she is loved when needy and loose
he takes offence when she doesn’t give truce
she feels tears as he shouts his dues
he takes hold when reaching a sluice
she holds cold, fearing an energy noose
he is truth, she is bruise
she is now, he’s set loose
NaPoWrimo Day 3 2020: playing with a word bank of rhymes
On a good day I see in the flames
a dancing horse, swishing tail
head upright, ears aloft,
prancing to the heat of the fire,
soul alight with joy.
On a bad day I see in the flames
a devilish anger that burns down
all my hard work, a ghoulish glee
that turns my dreams to ash,
hope depleted, plans destroyed.
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