Sam/daydream

Sam/daydream

Solitude

Self-produced

Prune juice

Bad news

Scenic views

Untied shoes

Poetic clues

***

Sam sat back

In his armchair

With a backward hat

And laughed at the racket

Caused by the thought of lacking

Good friends or a simple attraction

Or a place to go to get satisfaction

No sam, this babble isn’t a laughing matter

It causes brains to bake and glasses to shatter

Sit all you can and try to ignore the chatter

They’ll just keep on calling, until one day you’ve had it

Sam, I’ve been trying to tell you man

There’s no need to get frantic

You’re doing what you can

Until one day you can’t

Then that’s when an

Issue will be at hand

Sam can barely stand

The sound of all this noise

But he’s part of the band

He keeps dreaming up ideas

Then waits for them to land

But they never do

All his thoughts get stranded

Like a castaway, stuck in Neverland

He thinks his art is brilliant

But he’s writing it in crayon

So they can’t make out
Anything it’s about

And the noise is really loud

And it showers Sam in doubt

Sam, I’m telling you man

You’re lost in the clouds

If you don’t come down

You’ll be the talk of the town

You have to figure it out

***

I was a writer

She was a poet

An emotional man
Don’t like to show it

In my cabin I sit

A stylus in my hand

The fireplace is burning

Providing warmth for the cats

My teeth are stained

Colored from the coffee

Constantly steaming from my

Mug livening me with caffeine

Grass is green

Windows open as we listen to the trees

Sway side to side from the breeze

I take a look from my seat

To see the view of the peak

It’s covered in snow

Sun showcases it with a gleam

Of light, the day is bright

And nice, maybe too nice

Then as I thought it might

Something interrupts my mind

And I’m back to real life

Broken from that daydream.