A few more poems from my phone
November 11th 2017
There ere times when city lights become hypnotic at night.
Cruising down an empty road chasing your headlights.
Going from lit pole to dark and back again.
November 11th 2017
Night’s a fickle mistress
Sometimes she demands your dreams
Other times your watchful vigil
Which it is
You do not know
But you heed her call one way or another
Your body rules the roost for you
Even when your mind cannot
November 12th 2017
The gradiated
Yet defined
Colors of a sunset
Objects against a sun
That light straining for its last chance
To escape the horizon
That doesn’t involve
The mirror that is the moon
December 4th 2017
Some nights
I stare out at the cold
Wishing I could bring a little cool
To let me sleep
But nothing comes
So I bide my time
Watching Jack Frost at play
And hoping idle times are nigh
December 12th 2017
The lyrics come easy
I can even hear the music
But I can’t right it down
And my fingers won’t catch up
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