Suppose five thousand miles, or maybe fifty five
Next comes direction, in betweens, rivulet drawn
Road-stead marries fact, fable, training wheels in sand
Footsteps like a Classical music scale, a-slant
Discovery, recovery, apart from what's new
Exaggerations as questions linger, part dew
Before clarity of match point euphemisms
Formatted vacations written plainly on page
Philosophical meanings, both here and about
Sounds incomplete, in pale moonlit, metaphoric
Betoken appreciation, foundations laid out
And opposites repented, realizing avowed
Dive in planning dreams, as melding putty dries
Dare to speculate, if chances, seem, in jeans sewn
Provide striding steps, label, painting in a dome
Timed depiction, in bright candlelight, euphoric
Temporary keyhole threading possibilities
Imaginary childhood dragons giving seed
Left on palette sighs, come within, voices rise
Let not hesitant, doubt rhyming, nay, just reject
Solace rainbows felt, imbrue, light the lantern's wick
Running back, stroll on tracks, potholes in avenues
Experience a muddled mess, trudges each truth
Some is better than nothing, in phrases to choose
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I seem to see the whole poem based on a travel or vacation metaphor.
I feel personally involved because you mention the 5000 miles and that just about makes it to my front door. OK not quite but near enough.
Footsteps like a musical scale. That was a line to ponder over.
Bill is this partly your story? Did you "dive in"? I know that I did.
Great writing.
"Footsteps like a Classical music scale, a-slant
Discovery, recovery, apart from what's new
Exaggerations as questions linger, part dew..."
Blessings and best wishes - Happy Easter - S.
You find the gap between the dream and the reality again the exquisite compost from which you can extract your shadowy slivers of our half-made plans, best partial adumbrations, outlines for tomorrow.
This poem captures the true ambiguity and falling back into kaleidoscope of the hallucinating mind that can barely grasp that it does not control the images that spontaneously arise, does not think its own thoughts. As a poet, you watch the parade and hand out umbrellas.
This style you´ve cultivated, for me, represents a new way of writing poetry, your way. You´ve become your own master, sir, and I for one would publish your work.
and sometimes I've not had directions,
but in the end, it is always about truth...
Love this!
no words that can justify your talent today?
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Ten stars from me, Bill.
Christian Glitter by www.christianglitter.com
I am about to embark on another "formatted vacation", being that teachers have their vacations well mapped out for them. I suppose the challenge is to put spontaneity in the format!
Bravo!
Thanks for posting in Journey Into Poetry !