The night sky,
a thick, liquid mass
and the stars floating in the darkness,
their twinkling blurred,
all of it shifting like melted glass.
as if a pebble was tossed carelessly upward
ripples turn colorless jellyfish and gray-blue dolphins,
sea creatures in the first dimension.
support the weight of the oceanic stars,
standing boldly and tall.
with their sharp, jagged personalities
as if the sky might fall and drown them.
expose their white, unshy,
the layer beneath their tough, stony complexions.
in the darkness it looks like the last bit of snow,
but when the full moon shines
on the other side,
they are white waterfalls,
you can’t hear splashing or gurgling
only the scratching sound
of your soles upon gravel
and squishing mud
as you walk
at flames of the fire.
staring dizzily at orange
and white coals glowing,
absorbing the warmth like electricity,
your eyes dance to it’s energy,
as the flames change shape and color,
like a chameleon with purpose.
Glancing around I notice I am alone,
but I can hear the others
their laughter carried distortedly on the wind.
Just one wandering thought
and they’ve returned...
We’re homebound again.
A/N: Trippy dippy... guess you could say this poem was an "experiment" LOL
Wow this is one of my favorites of yours. There is so much detail and description in every line, my favorite being "as if the sky might fall and drown them."-only because it tells a story, of course! I am not fond of drownings. Again, I can't get over this poem. Great write!
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"Dude.... Its all wavy and stuff."
"Yeah, I was like rocking back and forth."
"She said distortedly."
"No way dude... Is that a word?"
"Probably not, but I ain't sayin' nothin"
"She's a stoner?"
"Trippy dippy man!"
If I could write like you Trisha I'd be a woman. Finesse is your friend. That's for sure.
OK, @Forgewright I have to say something at this point... Trish... not Trisha... that extra syllable makes it feel like you're calling me by a completely wrong name... like if I all of a sudden called you Bobby or something... just weird. Maybe you should try to write like me... maybe I should DARE you to try... and maybe I should try to write something Forge-ish... hmmm... what say you Roberta?
Then I'll just stick with @tlhopkinson. I liked this poem in spite of myself. Generally not much for the 'Trippy Dippy' for lack of better words. There are several descriptive and colorful poetic lines that I really like. I guess the fact that it seems to offer several poems in a poem moves me to enjoy it. So Timothy Leary does TRISH Hopkinson in the 90' is becoming of an artist. And it does create impact to the nth power. Well done..............................
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