Dream
I love the way
The light
From the bedroom window
Just falls
On the stone floor
And the way your hair
Frames your head
On the pillow
As you stir
With a deep heavy breath
Sinking back
Into uncertainty
With some kind
Of vague pleasure
Nervous
And without
Remorse
Harbour Island
A light fog rolls in
On the harbour
Over the sail boats
Standing
In the sweet hours
Of morning
With the moon and sun
In a brief dance
Of passing discovery
The rustling of palms
Keeping rhythm
To a warm island breeze
And the faint drumming
Of cold endings
Beating quietly
In the closing distance
Of tomorrow
Morning
Time waits
In the slow
Minutes of morning
And ticks deliberately down
The slopes
Of hidden mysteries
A gentle lull
Into the trappings
Of a deeper sorrow
Lost in the moments
That were missed
And now too far gone
Into the times
I thought I’d get to
Somehow
The Painter
Capturing
The changing nature
Of light
Surveying
The environment
Of time’s frailties
Colour cascading
Over vibrant impressions
The essence of nature
Winding
Through changing seasons
And the charged
Atmosphere
Of a subjective sun
Chasing the effects
Of illuminated tears
And the fading ripples
Of desire
John Drudge is a social worker working in the field of disability management and holds degrees in social work, rehabilitation services, and psychology. He is the author of four books of poetry: “March” (2019), “The Seasons of Us” (2019), New Days (2020), and Fragments (2021). His work has appeared widely in numerous literary journals, magazines, and anthologies internationally. John is also a Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net nominee and lives in Caledon Ontario, Canada with his wife and two children.
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