kashmir dreaming

very short poem from a couple years ago

 

kashmir dreaming on cyclone beds

old souls with too much time inside their heads

this age is meant for some escapism

mistaken sentiment for my wisdom

 

promised I’ll always be your mess

don’t say your concern is burlesque

awry words that I could narrate

bounce off ennui and dissipate 

Reviews

[poetgurl]

I really enjoyed this write, really love the second stanza there and the second line. very well written and flowed well.

[Pneume]

thank you! :)