Trailing Thoughts, …

To dream a dream in darkness of night,

to follow its trail, a wisp of smoky white.

To fly over the Earth, look down, so small,

giving wonder, does anything matter, at all.

The dawn of time, ‘til the dawn of change

what matters is life,

in natural rearrange.
Penn…2023

Untitled…


Untitled this poem, 
unknowing the theme,
of what do I write, 
of what do I dream?
Nightmares ensue, as  
my brain knows best
what subject to chose,
thus disturb my rest.
Sending deep fears
designed to scare.
Untitled this poem? 
My brain has no care.  
Penn©2023