Backwards through reality
in the twisted sense
of time.
Flashes of brilliance
followed by awe
and sense of inevitable blankness.
Synchronized play of lights
in a bigger sequence
incomprehensible and illogical.
A sense of presence
in the events and people
and yet floating around
in a different dimension
away from all.
A dance on tiny feet,
random and innocent,
shy and untalented,
copied and wrong.
White light,
broken solutions,
a hint and they are gone.
2 comments:
Excellent poem FJ!
I have been reading your poem for three days on the trot, but couldn't get your point on the last three lines! Or, atleast I couldn't get a meaning out of those three lines.
"A sense of presence
in the events and people
and yet floating around
in a different dimension
away from all."
This is brilliant and so true!
Brilliant!!
You know how to put the right amount of magic and awe in your words! You never over dose your readers.
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