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Reality Check


Reality Check


Step into nothing


Fall into life


Splatters of paint


The world is rife


 


Willows whisper


As Dawn Breaks


I wave into Wonderland


While the cheshire shakes


 


In its boots the cat quakes


Whilst smoke quivers up


I melt from my apron


And tip into the rub


 


The flowers, they murmur


Gossip and sneer


Above me, trees snicker


I float by Mirage's pier


 


Threads of tea smile up from the sky


Pipes oscillate


Smoke shivering up


Half-birthday pie


 


Books snap shut


Open and growl


Lilies quiver with fear


A drop to the ground


 


Sprouting up


Meeting the floor


Winding staircases


Crumbling before


 


Paper is twirling


Odds defied


Teacups Clink


An ode to life


 


Springing up


Senses Engaged


Fear frothing over the edge


While colors are stabbing from all sides


 


Plummeting fast


Into Solid ground


A Rabbit Hole


Down...Down...Down...


 


Lost


Bemused


Somehow caught between


Dream and Reality


 


Stand and dust my apron off


Ignore the echoes


Ignore the Hearts


Go on


 


You're alone now


You're on your own


Forget the chant ringing in your ears

I'm late, I'm late, I'm late, I'm late

LunalitSol LunalitSol 16-17, F 1 Response Apr 23, 2010

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superb - you have a gift if you rattled that off the top of your head...nurture that gift keep writing and sharing your talent with the world...and for the record Poets are never late - they're just artistically creative about how they use their time...;-p