2 Poem
Prattle
Without a dream, without a bookmark
Story-telling will unfold
Writhing sheets accumulating wrinkles
Melatonin lingering into the new morning
Evening sums dusk equal rights
We rest in darkness, covered
Comforter struggle suggested until the sun spots
Lights your exhibited sleep marks
Fragmented by delusion, the insufferable
Conquistador diligent of interrogation
Partial for the inquiry's misguided statements
Rainment meant for a king walks slowly
From an isle platform, in a blistering moment
Walking the plank of some's entitlements
Buried treasure ever seeking
Never would conspire to look within
It is therapeutic to discover the days of old
In the library, in the gardens loose dirt
Family ties, knots; buried art
Artifacts composed
Comparison negotiates to and fro
For the forthwit memories can bring to life
Gains an apprehensive retrieval
The old seeming more mystical than a future to bear.
© 2017 Courtney Grant