In the stillness of the night
Appeared a shimmering light
Followed by a whisper
“Share with me your dreams.”
My DREAMS, Ummm
My DREAMS I create them
While Dancing around a pot
Rambling, trying to figure out
How to Erase the incomprehensible dots
Getting rid of the unnecessary knots
By Acting
Facing my obs-tac-les
Moving, Subtracting
And while I brew this insane mixture
I Listen to the silence of the moment
That’s when I hear the voice of my opponent
And I wonder how to defeat her
With all her fixed ideas
What to add as my next component
To placate the crazy neighbor in my head
All the while
I dance naked, exposed, around the pot.
My very own, unique, pot of DREAMS.
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“the crazy neighbor in my head” I can relate. hahah
Haha. Good to hear that someone else has that crazy neighbour as well.
Walking and daydreaming can go hand in hand. Both are conducive to creativity.
Very true. Every time I move something happens and I feel creativity flowing. Thanks for reading & commenting😊
That’s wonderful. You’re welcome.
Beautiful soundtrack for a beautiful poem. One question. What is the meaning of writing « obs-tac-les » in this way ? It’s interesting as by reading it loud the sound changed.
I really like that you ask me that. I did it to play with Words by sharing them in pieces
obs- tac and les ( which is usually with 2 ss)
if you see what I mean?
I like that in poetry there is more room for play!
Oh yes, now I see it! Fantastic Parisa, you have a great imagination!
🙏for reading, questioning and your feedback.