Given sweet release, on a sultry night
One hears the morning bird’s song, I close my eyes and breathe deep
It bans the darkness, heeding ganja’s call
Sleep a hazy memory, in the aromatic flush
Bright music waking the soul, all coherent thinking lost
Tonight on dVerse Poets Pub Mish challenges us to flush things out in a quadrille – a poem of exactly 44 words not including the title. One of those 44 words must be the prompt – flush..
As I worked this out I realized I was on the path to creating a Super Tanka, so I just went with Muse and combined both. And being that today is 4/20 my mind naturally went to ganja’s call…
I’m not a ganja smoker but a journey like you describe for a little respite sounds mighty good right now. Ganja, take me away! (play on Calgon, take me away!)
I like your description of one way to escape from coherent thinking.
Beware the dangers of ganja!
Oh I have never really tried that… but it sounds nice. I find some of that bliss simply by watching the morning sun
As a mom of two ganja fans… I like the feeling sans the smoke!
Release or paranoia…depends, but I like your description of the journey.