Description: Sometimes my dreams put me into a body, and then I don't know why that body keeps thinking those things, and I just let it flow... then they become a little writing, a letter of what they are experiencing... most of the time I do indeed wake up crying.
Hm I like it, you managed to capture the flow of a dream pretty well, still it feels too personal and kinda meaningless to an outside observer. Good poets take the most personal and meaningless occurrences and by way of vocabulary and rhythm expand them into universal ideas...
It's okay to feel this way, I mean all of us have our downs in life. Magically, you portrayed such idea vividly in this poem. I like the imagery I got on this one as well. I was drawn by the title and it was perfect for this piece,very clever.
Thanks for sharing
Quickwater this title reminds me of
"The Endochronic Properties of Resublimated Thiotimoline"
thiotimoline is a substance that is so soluble it dissloves right
before the reagent is added.
So any-who this is a hallucination? A recurring
one or just of a type? It sounds pretty cool.
Except like u say in the description u wake up
crying. Unless crying is a good thing. I understand
that this is sometimes the case.
Happy crying probably not the case here.
The eyes that have no master. Do they
have a head where they live? Are they
thinking eyes? Just kidding I already
have all of the thinking eyes in a jar.
I say this Depressed poem of yours is lighting
my mood a bit. Like that Neil Diamond song
sung blue. Well I hope that if you are
depressed u still manage to get a few
things done. I am taking heaps of vitamins
this seems to be helping me stay manic.
I love the manic parts. Well gots to go
love your icy poem.