Sunday, June 5, 2022

Brain exercise - write differently - try poetry

 

From Parallel Worlds

 

I stirred my porridge

Thoughts drifted

Into areas submerged

The keys upon the dresser top

Gone

For three days

I could not find them

And then

A flash of blue hand

Flickered and withdrew

The keys were back

As if never gone

 

My sleep unsettled

Light flickered

on eyelids tightly closed

I could not stir

And in the morning

Crop circles

parted my hair

Alien marks

Of visitors here

 

You may not…

But I do…

Believe

We share our space

With beings

Unseen

Beyond our perception

Yet genuine

As real as you and me.

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