Inside a Lucid Dream

Where my soul visits.

 

 

I think I’m loosing my mind

As I close my eyes I’ve disappeared

To a deep African Jungle

Where everything moves in a lucid

...S-l-o-w...m-o-t-i-o-n

Half way between a dream and reality

 

The noise of the jungle and ancient tribal drums

Beats to the sound of my heart

And it’s dark as night and as clear as day

The moon like a paper lantern above me

And the stars brighter than Hollywood neon lights

 

I step through the humid jungle,

Following the sound of the drums

A steady pounding that is emitted from my mind

My tears fall like raindrops onto the jungle floor

 

It smells strongly of wild flowers and

Their perfume wraps itself around my neck

Slowly choking me to a ecstasy driven death

And as the tears stream down my face

I feel all the sadness drain from me through every pore

 

 

 

 

And then I’m falling

Hitting the meniscus of the water

Into the wide open lake with lilies

Decorating the surface

And I can still hear the drums

As I fall to the sandy lake floor with coral

Like a kitsch dance hall

Colours everything around me and the

Glamorous fish swim above me in

A symphony

And light bursts through and it’s daytime

And above the jungle canopy the early morning sky

Of pink and navy with towering cherry-blossom colour

Clouds radiates, along with fading gold stars

And a stream of light hits where I am at the bottom of the pool

Bubbles glittering upwards, dancing

To the sound of drums and nature’s orchestra

And then in an instance, I understand everything

And cherish everything

 

Suddenly

Cold grey England

Cold grey decaying England

And then

 I think I am dead

And I think maybe I am inside

And I don’t know who I am anymore

Perhaps I’m going mad instead

 

 

 

  

Reviews

[Mistral Bilgera]

Absolutely, wonderfully brilliant, Emily! This one i savored in S-L-O-W M-O-T-I-O-N... :)

a little observation: in your poem of creative patterns and animated scenes and lines, one can really tell that you are taking up an arts-related subject (it's film, isn't it?).

Your poetry's flow is naturally appealing because of the choice of words, the imagery, and lastly, it's irony in the end, when the persona returned to cold, gray England!

oh, did i say your poem is wonderful? haha :)

[Celtic Cat]

Aww... I got a nod in the notes and I'm slackin' in keeping up with your reading! tsk tsk! But...I'm about to make it up in an email. ; )
This was absolutely luscious. Very vivid, very enchanting and just one heck of an enjoyable little trip into the recess of your mind. It's completely beautiful. I love the ancient feel of the jungle and the drums beating me back into time without "civilization" when things were still pure and unadulterated. A bit dreary on the ending, but that's exactly what it's like when we come back from utopia and find reality awaiting. This is stunning, it's making me shudder!!

This is my favorite stanza, nestled humbly in the midst of this wondrous creation:

It smells strongly of wild flowers and
Their perfume wraps itself around my neck
Slowly choking me to a ecstasy driven death
And as the tears stream down my face
I feel all the sadness drain from me through every pore

They say there is a thin line between genius and madness....I think you're on the genius side of that line, you're not going mad at all ...... Just evoloving .... keep flowing upward!!
(a billion hugs for sharing this masterpiece with the world)

[An owl on the moon]

With each step, we move beside you, with sounds, and scents, and sights, and feelings of an anxious heart... Your vision is vivid and alive, taking us from dream to nightmare... Such brilliance in your voice!

[Hannah!]

You always amaze me with your use of color and formatting in poems. There's a uniqueness and creativity in it that I haven't seen in any other poet on this site, and it makes the poem fun to look at as well as really cool to read. I love this piece. You have a knack for painting a picture with words. The imagery here was truly amazing.

I loved the last two lines, before the poem turned gray. "And in an instance, I understand everything/And cherish everything." It sort of resonated, I think--I sat there for a minute and had to think about those lines before I read on. And, of course, the contrast between the dream and reality was very well done. You did a great job of using the color, but not depending on the color--which I suppose sounds weird, but I do think it's impressive that you manage to describe with words what the pixels are showing on the screen.

There were a few grammatical errors in this poem that I don't think were made for syntactical purposes--a few little typo type things. But beyond that, this poem is perfect.

Good work.

[Reuel]

Sensory overload. o.o. I loved it! I had to read it twice just to absorb all the imagery and meaning in it. Just a random thought, but dreaming of the jungle could be an expression of the desire for change. This was really fantastic..sorry I can't say much else about it, I just don't know how to :p