far horizon
painting low sky reddish
dreams fade
as reality awakens again
eyes reopen
DAWN
covers fall
naked to the world
exposed to truth
pain and joy
suffering and laughter
MORNING
clock chimes
time flies as ever before
dressed
out the front door
success in existing
DAYTIME
rhyme of unreason
out of season
walking and talking
nonsense typical
light fades inviting shades
EVENTIDE
Note: Although I have no idea what to call this form (or kind) of poetry, I was inspired to give it a try by fellow-blogger, Tanya of postprodigal.com . Somehow, though, I don’t believe I’ve quite got the knack . . . at least, this piece has not reached her level! Let it never be said that I won’t try a new form (or schemata).