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


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…


We share our space

With beings


Beyond our perception

Yet genuine

As real as you and me.

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