I enter through the marshmallow veil
All myself strips away
I dance in the playground of my mind
As naked as the soul
As old as God
As wise as the fool
Here I see and feel myself
In a million disguises
Stealing images of friends
To run broadways finest
Objects are weighty and flighty
Meaning is so ripe it's sticky
Yet in that land
My deception is complete
No lucids
Just Narratives bound
Inaccessible to distant probes
As real as real gets
Crossing back through that veil
Most of the journey is stuck there
But sometimes powerful gifts
I fill in my arms
Pure and stolen from the
Massless Realm
The gifts maybe a quick melting sock
A dissolving book
Light headed briefs
Or a single ski of ice
All of them leaving no trace
But sometimes a record
Written sleepily in their honour
Let us with this cherish
The concrete of our world
The push of gravity
The enduring of objects
The warmth of an embrace
The permanancy of enemies
And the fickleness of love
Comments
Sooz006 | August 1, 2012 - 15:27
As naked as the soul
As old as God
As wise as the fool... lovely.
The gifts maybe a quick melting sock
A dissolving book
Light headed briefs
Or a single ski of ice... again I like the imagery of this.
This is one of those that each time you read it you get more from it. I read it three times, partly to try and understand, partly because the words had a mesmerising quality to them. Another lovely poem.
magicdarer | August 1, 2012 - 17:17
Hi Sooz, I thought I wrote in the morning on waking, but I can see by the time I posted it I clearly did not. The idea has been knocking around for a while now. I am quite astonished that it has a mesemerzing effect. That is very apt given the subject matter. It's nice that you (I think) got the idea behind the poem, and I am pleased that you liked the imagery, but I feel like a fraud as it just flows out without effort. I am glad for and value your readings and comments as always.