Captian's Log A Spider on My Windowsill 13 Jun 20247 Jun 2024 A spider on my windowsill,her art, stretched in the sun:aglimmer, the colors fill;the wind flaps what she spun.O little spider in the glass,what dreams have brought you here?O little weaver,…
Captian's Log The Bleeding Figure and the Lost Words 24 May 2024 The bleeding figure limped toward me, in my dream, reaching out a trembling and skinless hand. No lips, eyelids, nose—its face was a red smear with teeth—yet it spoke as…
Captian's Log Goodbye, Good Players 20 May 2024 The pleasant dream is passing now,but comfort's here as I awake.The players take a little bow,but I don't clap for their own sake. For once I move or shift or…
Captian's Log Morning’s Nightmare 15 May 2024 Please Read: Morning's Nightmare https://taletold.wordpress.com/poems-2/mornings-nightmare/
Captian's Log Will Be Heard 3 May 2024 When life has passed and the noise of dreams fades from echoes into an utter silence, a thought might remain, a lone redoubt in the darkened wastes. Dogged, unchanged, even…
Captian's Log None Can Foresee 2 May 20242 May 2024 Fantasy sings his song to me, and I, his grinning captive, sit to dream. But soon, too soon, I wake and burst the spell. All gone but for the memories…
Captian's Log Escape to the Stars 29 Apr 202424 Sep 2025 I've run from you throughout ages and times uncounted. How you've persisted. We've found the edge of the world now, and there's no place more to flee. His eyes are…
Captian's Log Of Waking in the Night 26 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 Were dreams a drink, and songs a bed,and you the love I wish to wed,I'd drown myself and never rise,but lay there staring in your eyes. Yet dreams will end,…
Captian's Log Facing Faceless Reflections 24 Apr 202422 Apr 2024 What horrid dreams: I pulled off my face, and there you were beneath the skin. How often did I suspect us? There was something about the mirror, some furtive way…
Captian's Log Yesterday, I went to the Beach 20 Apr 202420 Apr 2024 I have awakened with the words forming on my tongue, "The empty spaces are important too." What muse, God-sent I pray, has whispered here, has taken my mouth to whisper…
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