Dwelt
Living the diamonds
Of yesterday’s fondest dreams
Making tomorrow’s shining destiny
Today playing round ankles
Fascinating a smile’s pinpoint curves.
The shadows past whisper breezes
Curtains drawn against heat
Passion boils a conclusion spent
With little worry, consequences meant
And time, all it buries in yards for rent.
Blind and hurry chasing those
Who names will not remember
Giving up love rather wallow
In polluted rivers, dismayed
Thus cheering for thousands gave.
Bending and bustle
Air wheezing and hacking
But trees seldom seen
Where will everyone hither
When no more care to listen
Because the voices become screams?
Rotted, worn, trod upon dreams.
© Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Haphazard Creative 