#267 of 365 – “ropes”

“ropes”

 

madness lifts

recedes

like yesterday’s

tide

pulling away

my surface

ideas

to reveal

what they

hide

 

there may be

treasure,

maps

and secrets

to uncover

far

away

inspiration

and beliefs

to discover

 

but my mind

is time-travelling

between

memories

and hopes

barreling

through notions

as if falling

down

slopes

as I grasp

at the heavens

for life-lines

or ropes

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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