Short Poem of the Day — Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Photo by Szabo Viktor on Unsplash

A Dovetail from the Meniscus

My eyes would catch the sky — light-hearted

until the trance — horizon buckled down deep into my pockets,

Enlighten, squared and steep in time, but with each return to the dawn

With the courier Sun,

And the sky sits there synonymous with each passing

Souvenirs what was possibly undreamt, without coasters,

just floating

Like a hippo camp,

An ardor push narrower and narrower under the hippo camp

A twinkle from rift sand pursed to a classic, interlocks in lifts, an orbit

Some graze, but not boisterous, just marinated, strenuous of transformation

And tones dovetail from the pockets, while the peripheral flanks under the looking glass

Up

Comes the lift, mosaic

encampment, the most photogenic of all dovetailing, Capture, a topside-up dilation

— a trance