In an attempt to get a wonderful cross-breeze going
I request to keep a second window open in the summer
Two measly feet are all that can be yielded
Behold the generic Amazon tape
Used to protect the already damaged screen
After two summers
The pinnacle, bedroom crossing, nirvana of wind
and summers sweaty, insistent kiss
Has yielded moderate results
Fall encroaches
And yet my soul
Has not been fully mended
Who's fault is this?
A series of exciting jackets
To meet with Autumn's beautiful , stimulating chill
Is sure to do the trick
I will be free
I find comfort in knowing what comes next
From a spiritual perspective
The more you try
The more you suffer
Clouds are happy to greet you
Everyday
In a variety of forms
Some punishing
Scientists now say comfort is the function
of a variety of chemicals
trying to find a balance
Which have been conveniently bottled
Available now, in stores
Buddhism says the universe you live in
Is just a particle, of a bigger universe
So take comfort
In knowing
You have no idea where you are
About the Creator
Po Ivey
Po Ivey lives in Madison, WI, where he writes fiction in his free time. His inspiration includes Kurt Vonnegut, Philip K. Dick and William Gibson. He write's about the nuances that make the whole world a cast of actors. He also plays music.
Gossamer
"Murray! Wake up!" He loved that period between waking and dreaming. To him, it was like entering another dimension; more of a dreamscape than dreaming itself. There was an otherness to it that he wanted to grasp and yet deeply respected the fact that it could never be his totally. This is what gossamer was; flighty and light, a wisp of smokiness, an idea suggested but not fully revealed, a slit in cloth, a copse in the wood.
By Rachel Deeming5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
Yeah ! Resolves