Gently spread the skirt of life,
‘cross the cognitive lap of
your mind.
Blanket the weight of your
daily cares and tuck them
away in bed.
Brush curls of conceit behind
your ear and listen to
creatures of heart.
Open your eyes to the voice
of enchantment and converse
with created illusions.
It’s time to recline ‘neath the
tree of perception, as you drift
and bend it at will.
You just might find, in the
realm of conception that
reality never existed.







Yes, it can be difficult writing outside the comfort zone, you tackled this with fresh perspective, and did quite well with it.

lol but after I had a sad the read wasn't that bad. What non rhyming poets don't understand is only a rhymer can write a non rhyming piece and give it a rhythm make it flow and not ramble out of control into Prose and as the dictionary says:


congratulations for gold!




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