As I Drift Off

As I drift off leaving my abode,
Come visions remote, of seeds I’ve sowed.
A flame-haired man entered like a thief,
Running amok, wielding a steel leaf,
Killing on contact, then out he strode.

I met loveliness perched on a road
Like an angel, a kiss I bestowed.
Pain, love, fear, hope, all is my belief
As I drift off.

I wake glad from nightmares that implode.
Of dreams pleasured, my heart is sorrowed.
Scrooge and his senses doubted this grief
As an ‘undigested bit of beef’.
My journeys –  poppycock to unload
As I drift off.

Copyright © 2013 Shainbird. All rights reserved.

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About Shainbird

"A lonely craftsman putting one word after another."
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9 Responses to As I Drift Off

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  3. Bastet says:

    😉 Oh nightmares that implode! I Like it very much!

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  5. Shainbird says:

    Thank you Bastet!

  6. poppycock is a much underappreciated word that someone should champion, so much more fun to say than certain expletives (of which I am often guilty). Good poem 🙂

  7. Yes, I like poppycock too!

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