Alone, I walked the
empty halls – stopped by a view
of the cold grey sea.
~
And I found friends inside, and
people flowed in in swelling tides with
voices as warm as summer.
~
I might know what such
days can be, if I let them
rise to memory.
Tag: Voices
Big Triku ‘Dreamscapism’
In the heavy dark,
fractals flux and scintillate,
vibrating colours.
~
Time disperses, light floods in,
lands drift past, voices resonate, and
warmth cascades and fills all space.
~
I float, gently on.
Blackness crumbles in the past,
enveloped in ice.
Big Triku ‘The Park’
Cumulonimbi
darken behind the park’s trees
and their golden leaves.
~
Model yachts broach, dogs yelp, hats
blow off and people chase them laughing
in the wind, voices sparkling.
~
Sudden gust, raindrops,
people scatter smiling with
blurred, watery eyes.
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Note: This poem is a spin off concept from the poem ‘Bubble, World’ (Menu, Poems, ‘Bubble World’) 🙂
