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art
by Colin Johnson
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rooted
to fantasy
tell
me something
that
makes me understand
so
I can lie down
and
sleep for awhile
without
having any worry
about
the world being
a
different place entirely
when
I wake
and
if
by chance
I
do not wake
or
I do so
to
a world
so
foreign
no
ventral stream
of
color and shape
recognition
can save me
or
the world I want, please
bury
me somewhere
bury
me
so
that fire
and
rain
can
play words
with
my
decomposition
each
poem
a
half-life
a
molecular
bond
broken
a
wish once, perhaps
a
little dream
of
you
EJR
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very touchingly and winningly sincerely....like this poem's seeming simplicity...
ReplyDeleteGratitude... : ^ )
ReplyDeletea little dream of you....cool close to a poem with thoughts of death...reminds me a bit of the rhyme we say to our kids at night...that close though really makes this for me...smiles.
ReplyDeleteas much as your sneaking into a friend's house to set up the china, did smile for me...many blessings, bright and bountiful...thank you...
DeleteThe discomfort of the poet with the world around is well portrayed. I worried for you. But the ending was lovely, showed hope.
ReplyDeleteAstute observation...thank you for stopping by... :)
DeleteThis resonates very well with experiences I've had. Your images keep coming and grow in emotional intensity, placing me the reader in a greater state of awareness.
ReplyDeleteI can feel the coolness of the unknown as it circulates in your mind as you drift to sleep..what will be at the waking state of a new day???
ReplyDeleteFear, especially of the unknown, provides powerful imagery clashing with reality in this piece. It's something I think many of us relate well to, especially with so much uncertainty in the air these days.
ReplyDeletebury me
ReplyDeleteso that fire
and rain
can play words
with my
decomposition
Wow... I really resonate with this!
Yes, yes to that first stanza.
ReplyDeleteSuch an interesting poem.