Poem: Morning Chatter – 29/01/21

I’m all out of cares and concerns, 
leave behind the airs and trials, 
there is no haughtiness or sinister circumstances,
view the alterations for miles.

Those dreams which haunted the mind
but only last night, 
are they pointing to, 
are they signalling signs? 
Obscure and strange, 
but there, in existence, to be analysed within the times?

Truthfully, I cannot say, 
the images were the makings of another, 
only relayed to me the very next day, 
broken sleep having saved, 
in the morning, an important character, 
the priors potent and frightening, 
rattling, 
yet intriguing,
first morning light chatter.    

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