Garry Spooner
The Daydreamer
I caught a whiff daydreams dressed in hope,
While wandering from mundanes drab routine.
A bag of magic trinkets fingers grope,
In pockets full of wishes evergreen.
While wandering from mundanes drab routine.
A bag of magic trinkets fingers grope,
In pockets full of wishes evergreen.
Away with you, in servitude to debt,
Come back the man who’s dreams outweigh his heart.
To make ends meet you pay with deep regret,
A game of rule where wages vie with art.
Come back the man who’s dreams outweigh his heart.
To make ends meet you pay with deep regret,
A game of rule where wages vie with art.
An idyll it would be I do believe,
To spend my days immersed in cursive script.
Instead of money burdens to relieve,
A flowing tongue imprisoned and tight lipped.
To spend my days immersed in cursive script.
Instead of money burdens to relieve,
A flowing tongue imprisoned and tight lipped.
So let my mind be absent from myself,
Or else my verse remains upon the shelf.
Or else my verse remains upon the shelf.
© Garry Spooner May 2019
Wonderful lines, Garry! A fantastic read and written beautifully, as usual.
ReplyDeleteGood writing Garry. Those days in a trance.
ReplyDeleteLovely sonnet, Garry, my friend
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