My reality tends to
burst at the seams
erupting into arbitrary daydreams
that reel me in
and I protest
but soon I am suspended effortlessly
Reality becomes imaginary
and daydreams become my day
Muscles go limp
and Oh! how I lose myself--
--to glittering forests
--to a contrived romance
--to the intricacies of a true escape
I shift between
altered states of reality
a bath of tiger lilies
swimming great distances
across cerulean seas
as the sky rains poetry
and I open my mouth wide
and let it fall in
--finding myself to be enjoying
the gloriousness of drowning
in limericks and haiku
and lost loves and personal whims
and connotations and epitaphs
and oceans and suns and clouds and...
someone has just tapped me on the shoulder.
| Oh my god!|
This is so, so beautiful. Really, I absolutely love your imagery.
If someone were to make this an art piece (you know, draw it or paint it or something), it would also make a killer art piece.
I just love this, I really do. Your work is amazing me over and over.
P.S. Thank you for making my day.
|| Posted on 2007-12-09 00:00:00 | by Inkybro | [ Reply to This ] || This was an awsome read. It describes exactly how I feel when daydreaming. Maybe not the same day dreams as you, but hey.|
I think you did an awsome job. I would have to say that my favorite part was the last line. Because it is so true.
|| Posted on 2007-11-08 00:00:00 | by Elissar | [ Reply to This ] || Wow,|
This is wonderful. This poem was so much fun to read. This piece was so musical and inviting.
I was right there dreaming with you. I really can't suggest changing a thing about this piece.
I would only suggest making a part 2, but then again many sequels don't do justice to the originals. Anyway, Great Work!
|| Posted on 2007-11-08 00:00:00 | by nicelyJ | [ Reply to This ] |