Sunday Whirl – Gambling

A bag of answers laugh at me. I’ll reflect upon the smoke of my options left bare. Agents of misfortune band together casting their stones back at my direction.

Time to leave blackjack tables.

The Tides

Tides wash away the day

Flotsam and jetsam of tomorrow

Awaiting to meet sand of yesterday

My thoughts like lagan lay buried

Churning seas push and pull at them

Still the tide wash away the day

Dreams like whitecaps ripple

Appearing here then there

Like illusions I long to hold

I watch them drift away

Yet still the tides wash away the day

Yesterday gives me place

Resting here I replay days

Beyond me hope floats

Riding waves free to move on

But still the tides wash away the day

*flotsam (floating debris) & jetsam (subsurface debris) are joined by lagan (sunken debris) here

foggy

The misty morning beckons 

thin white haze blankets world 
Trees become ghosts 

Birds spirits, light changes 

What I know fades 

Senses play on questions 

Distance is a mystery 

Time and place dissolve

My day alters alluringly 

Fascination over fear 

Delicate image reimagined 

My heart hopes it lasts 

But foggy gives way

every time.

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