The Annoyance of Rhyme Upon Waking

I study what seems
The electric
In dreams
There were two
Then three
Dancing
Bound by screams
Tendril to wrist
The synapse missed
In the emptiness
Between
Broken ladders
And three's

Consideration
For contemplation
Of rabbit filled
Holes
In the plot
Thickens
Tossed salad
Of words
From the second
Story to
The variables
Which invariably
Strikeout
The variation
In a variety
Before and after
A thought
Through which
We wave
The impulse
To find
Can't find
A pulse

Locked in
The third
I do
To marriage
Of chaos
Controlled
A lover's scorn
Though never worn
As the fit
Was never
Quite right

Erase the other
Born monochrome
Died technicolor
So lucid to me
Though strange
It seems
To study
Such things
Though I may
Try again
When I find
Or know
When

dream rhyme

52 thoughts on “The Annoyance of Rhyme Upon Waking

  1. I loved where this took me, Stories. Vivid and flowing, then jolting, then fading memories, then stark contrast black and greys fading to colors coming in to focus. Three women holding hands dancing, twirling, laughing, hair turned to smoke and laughter fading out. Wait… what was it again? I can almost… no, it’s barely… yes… I wish I could remember. Come back to me again tonight.

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  2. Pingback: The Annoyance of Rhyme Upon Waking — The Stories In Between | Broken Flint

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