Contradictions

This poem was birthed at about 03:30 and is most certainly a "limite surréaliste".  The words just tumbled into my head and I wrote them out.





Contradictions  -  10 Oct 13

In the minutia of thought
A fragment of forgotten ideas
In which forbidden dreams
Gather and gain a foothold

A sky full of holes shines
Fills the light with darkness
A sunbow drinks
From the well of sighs

Orchids satisfy the hunger
Of the Soul ~ stills the stalking tongue
Ice ~ slip
On the bridge of midnight

The tyrant mind
Scatters petals from a random thought
Across the sheets of silk
Restless night





Not totally certain what it all means but it has an interesting feel to it, I think.