Haze

I love to linger

between reality and dreams

that place where floating

above a sea of blankets

amidst a sky of pillows

beneath a ceiling of snow

Where obnoxious birds

chirp their oh-so-lovely tune

It keeps me there

Do you know?

Listen to an overplayed melody

and it worms its way into your heart

Flashes of violet and magenta

Tulips that climb their way 

Up through the opaque ice

Silver stems a constant movement

Lush throw pillows

a gentle breeze 

silk against my skin

Ribbons of rose petals

flutter and dance across the floor

Tales of regret

of endless joy

echo within this canyon

Imagination flying free

Wonderful, is it not?

To be wherever I choose

enjoying the impossibilities

within my own room.

Author's Note

I had fun writing this. Mostly because I'm still half-awake, but I think it turned out fine. I say this out of sleep deprivation. XD

Reviews

[KatiePie]

This has such great imagery, it's like being taken to a whole different world, I think that if every child in every school read this, before writing a story or something, like how they made us do when we were in kindergarden then maybe they'd understand the true meaning of an imagination. How to use it. How to love it. And why to embrace it. Beautiful write.
-Cathrine

[Starry Eyed]

This flows perfectly, thanks for sharing! Beautifully written, keep writing!

[Marie Harrison]

Lovely imagery and peaceful ideas. Sounds like a nice place to hang out to me. Lovely poem!

[Sarah]

This turned out beautiful ~~~ made me wanna sleep, haha. But really, your room sounds like a pretty magical place, at least the way you describe it with such fantastic imagery. :D

[Bennett Logan]

I love your use of imagery. Everything is so vivid and textural: flowers and ribbons, pillows, sheets, chattery birds, and snow all suspended in the chilly air within a dream. The dreamer knows it's a dream and is savoring the awareness of the moment. I came away from this poem with a feeling calm reserve amid circumstances beyond personal control. Your language is well-suited to the airy dream state you describe. The only criticism I have is the title, as the poem is anything but hazy. If anything, it describes clarity. That aside, I enjoyed this poem and I'll definitely be reading more. Really good stuff!

[SM Davis]

In the first stanza, "that place where floating... " should have an end to the metaphor. Where this is like that. You are missing the "is like". You can omit "where" or change it.

Otherwise this is a nice piece. I like the feeling it induces of limitless possibilities that creativity brings.

[Jeff Bresee]

Nicely done. A beautiful read.

[Marie Harrison]

Beautiful images and what a vision you have created in my head. Lovely work.

[thedaydreamer]

Having trouble sleeping in your dream room ?

Nice imagery used throughout the lines. However, I failed to understand why the birds are obnoxious ?

My fav lines have to be..
To be wherever I choose
enjoying the impossibilities
within my own room.

:)

[Kena Dawn Augustine]

Beautiful poem. The ending "enjoying the impossiblities within my own room," reminded me of when I am in my apt recording music or writing a poem, how I feel just like in your poem. Thanks for sharing.

Kena SunGoddess Dawn

[Nova]

This had wonderful imagery. I enjoyed reading it.