In between day and night
When things quiet down
Shadows come to light
And something emerges
From the dark abyss
Of oblivious functioning
Sensing something's amiss
In all this
That what I’m led to believe
Can’t be right
That somehow I’ve lost sight
Of the point, the purpose, the goal
There’s no soul
In this life
Lived according to conventions
And I wonder
Where I’ve been all day
For I wasn’t really here
In the now
And somehow
Feel like losing myself
In a dream world
Where days seamlessly
Go from one to the next
Without me
Like the way your thoughts go here, and the sense of being apart from reality. Know the feeling, it's most odd!
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lovely.. here's mine! http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/01/15/head/
ReplyDeleteYou create a sense of drifting with your words...quite lovely.
ReplyDeletemagical ....
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Thanks for the lovely contribution.
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wonderfully flighty poem. loved it!
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My email - christopher@jonesing.com
Dreamy and disconnected. Has a looseness that makes the work seem effortless. Well done. Gay @beachanny
ReplyDeletethe sense of being but not existing, good write
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You captured well the battle of survival and living. Do we just exist, or is there more?
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone for stopping by and taking the time to comment. Your encouragement and feedback is as always much appreciated :-)
ReplyDeleteA great write, it felt like a wisp driven float as I read
ReplyDeletevery nice - a tangible and connected dream.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed your talent and passion this week, hope to see you on week 14.
ReplyDeleteAward/Treats 4 Poetic Friends of Jingle, Happy Thursday!
I loved this take on the dream state where it is like being an audience member instead of the conductor we are in our day-to-day.
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