The strolling troubadours of rhetoric
sing their ballads of surreal psychosis,
which is treated as reason’s rhythmic melodies
danced to by people
who loved to prance in circles.
It made me dizzy and caused a headache
to try and follow their pace,
doing my best to accept
this craziness I felt
was somehow other than a path of wisdom.
At last my mind couldn’t take
another stumbling step
where tripping was viewed as blessing
and bruises a source for boasting.
Hearing a flute playing on a breeze
from a forest I was told
only mad men dared to dwell,
discarding the invite they gave me,
which had ink that always left a stain,
burning and causing blisters.
Treading into the forbidden,
finding there woodsmen who built fires
enabling to see into any darkness,
bringing me sight to see
what the waltz advocates said was shear lunacy
but gave me such rush of sanity
I had never known before.
Author notes
Prompt: Insanity is all I request
A contest entry
- Phrasology by petalblue2.
600 points, ended November 19, 2008, 11 entries
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Comments
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Wow, I really like this. The wording is great, I feel you could pull many themes from this piece. The first stanza was especially entrancing. Thanks for entering!
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Well-crafted write, good take on the prompt, enjoyable read.
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You have weaved quite the alluring trail here. The second stanza seamed a bit off, but the flow promptly resumed.. "another stumbling step
where tripping was viewed as blessing
and bruises a source for boasting." - dig it
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