Tucked in cobwebbed corners of my mind

Nightmares of a tragic past

Flimsy and derelict

More than unkind

We fled

Tenuous moves of a degenerate game

How did we escape?

My mind churns

Combinations of words

That hoist me in and out

of forgotten places

syncopation coalesces

cobwebbed corners of my mind

rumors lurk, seething

innumerable asphyxiated

A laconic reply

Handyman’s nook

Eccentrics

Sheaves of lavender

Canning jars

Wine cellars

We dredged fabricated miracles

Trumpeting mysteries from our past

Rejected, evanescence

Not once, not twice, but thrice…

For me, resplendent possibilities coruscate

& ricochet through my dreams

Ardently I gaze as others remain idle & complacent

Cobweb Photo by Pierre Bamin on Unsplash, churn Photo by Clem Onojeghuo on Unsplash, lavender Photo by Andrew Ridley on Unsplash, wine cellar Photo by Eric Cook on Unsplash, canning jars Photo by Jen Theodore on Unsplash, trumpet Photo by Uwe Conrad on Unsplash