To live without a dream
makes reality bland
and the essence of life
flows along sharpened rocks.
I bow to the spiralling vision
dancing in my mind
while, momentarily,
the world lies in limbo.
For to carry this personal image
close to my breast,
keeps the spirit alive,
using facts as merely conduits
along my wire to fulfilllment.
With illusions packed tightly
within cerebral casket,
truths of the senses
become my garden of miracles.
My reason flows in certainty
to the mouth of open seas,
which by chance realism I re-aligned
to channel to ambition's designs.
Author notes
Prompt: "If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities."
-Maya Angelou
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Comments
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i love the imagery here, and the word choice is exquisite!
I bow to the spiralling vision
dancing in my mind
while, momentarily,
the world lies in limbo.
amazing
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aye, one must have a dream or the fire in the yes will die and if that dies it means the heart too for that fuels that fire. let the mind roam the gardens and find the light, a good poem.
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