Poem: There’s a feeling

There’s a feeling,
waking up,
in the middle of the night,
and being filled with terror,
at something so harsh,
and then realizing,
that it was a dream,
and feeling that calm,
and relief,
and peace.

 

There’s also a feeling,
waking up,
in the middle of the night,
and being filled with terror,
at something so harsh,
and then realizing,
that it isn’t a dream,
and feeling that chaos,
and dread,
and fear.

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Poem Series: Experimental Poetry Forms: Brewed Tea: Feeling

On the way to the vet,
she trembled and shook,
with each breath the dog took.

Her hands shivered,
as the small Roly-Poly,
curled up slowly.

A fog of condolence,
shadowed the candle of reprieve,
but a firefly did believe.
 

(12/40) Experimental Poetry Form: Brewed Tea

 

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