10/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
Oh, to be Alice
Falling down the rabbit hole
Escaping from day-to-day life
Into a world of fantasy
Or maybe to be Dorothy,
Spirited away to Oz
Only to find out
There’s no place like home
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label fantasy. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 25, 2021
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Moonlight
25/08/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
Do you ever just want to dance
Shrouded in pale moonlight,
Ethereal, otherworldly, and magical,
And free from all that binds?
I wish I could close my eyes,
Covered by hands like butterfly wings,
Blocking out the rest of the world
With all of its harsh reality.
There’s value in holding on tight
To the fantasy of imagination
Where everything impossible is possible
As long as you think it to be.
Slaves could rule over masters,
The hungry could feast on the rich.
Animals could speak words of wisdom
And the planets could all align.
Humankind will always be disparate,
Unequal in power and might,
Bosses lauding control
As kings did over the serfs.
Wealth tears societies apart
With the haves and the have nots,
Imbalance creates a vicious cycle
That keeps the poor in their place.
We tune out the voices we don’t understand
And miss the signs that all around us.
The plants and animals could teach so much
If only we opened our ears.
It seems that we’d much rather have faith
In the sorcery of times gone by
When the seemingly supernatural
Could not yet be explained by likes of us.
Smoke might transform into diamonds,
The sea might give birth to the mountains,
Dragons might sleep on hearth rugs
And moonlight might be as bright as the sun.
But smoke wafts away on the breeze,
No riches left here for me to find.
The lingering odour feeding memories
Of something that may never have occurred.
While the sea roars and rushes
It tears down the land it surrounds,
Eroding the foundation of my existence
As it gorges on all that it sees.
No great wings beat over my head
And my ankles remain unscorched,
With no scales shed in the carpet
And no way to vanquish my foes.
But the moonlight dances on the water
And plays funny tricks on my eyes,
The white sea horses frolic gayly,
Glinting and shimmering and free.
Do you ever just want to dance
Shrouded in pale moonlight,
Ethereal, otherworldly, and magical,
And free from all that binds?
I wish I could close my eyes,
Covered by hands like butterfly wings,
Blocking out the rest of the world
With all of its harsh reality.
There’s value in holding on tight
To the fantasy of imagination
Where everything impossible is possible
As long as you think it to be.
Slaves could rule over masters,
The hungry could feast on the rich.
Animals could speak words of wisdom
And the planets could all align.
Humankind will always be disparate,
Unequal in power and might,
Bosses lauding control
As kings did over the serfs.
Wealth tears societies apart
With the haves and the have nots,
Imbalance creates a vicious cycle
That keeps the poor in their place.
We tune out the voices we don’t understand
And miss the signs that all around us.
The plants and animals could teach so much
If only we opened our ears.
It seems that we’d much rather have faith
In the sorcery of times gone by
When the seemingly supernatural
Could not yet be explained by likes of us.
Smoke might transform into diamonds,
The sea might give birth to the mountains,
Dragons might sleep on hearth rugs
And moonlight might be as bright as the sun.
But smoke wafts away on the breeze,
No riches left here for me to find.
The lingering odour feeding memories
Of something that may never have occurred.
While the sea roars and rushes
It tears down the land it surrounds,
Eroding the foundation of my existence
As it gorges on all that it sees.
No great wings beat over my head
And my ankles remain unscorched,
With no scales shed in the carpet
And no way to vanquish my foes.
But the moonlight dances on the water
And plays funny tricks on my eyes,
The white sea horses frolic gayly,
Glinting and shimmering and free.
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