Distracted playful insanity twists my words around her.
Worrying, I frayed the edges
of a rug, though,
unsure of its intentions
I dropped it, the murmuring liar.
I watched the ceiling today,
it whispered to me.
Little worms crept upon my skin,
pulling them off I looked to the ceiling for eradication.
The ceiling has become my only friend,
it murmurs in familiar adoration.
Though some of the shouts,
are very macabre.
I asked her today, her feelings on fire,
she agreed with me:
beautiful incandescence glows ethereal.
My dear ceiling, she's glorious (wouldn't you agree?)
Someone is to pick me up,
tomorrow at noon.
This is what they said.
Panic bubbled and choked, but her words calmed me.
I asked one of them, if I could take her with me,
pointing at my dear ceiling,
it giggled at the conspiracy.
Annoyance flowed from the woman.
They came for me,
took me from my darling.
They don't understand why I cry so,
they thought out of that padded cell I would flourish.
Silly little lies,
though it is strange,
that ceiling fed me a sanity.
I seem to have lost it here in the land of reality.
Oh how I do love your mind! This is a beauty of all beauties to me. I thrive on the delusional perspective in narrations. This one tickles my cerebral unending with its aberration of love for an inanimate object the world could never understand. I used to write of things similar to this, but never with the genius touch you have here. I am lost for words but I want to fill this page with ink blots of the love I have for this poem. I will store this in my heart of hearts forever. Thank you, for being an inspiration to me.
WOW.....the brilliance of your thoughts and writing speak to my innermost being... the feeling of your loss, your grief, your playful insanity twists my heart into deep sadness as well. You seem to be speaking from experience, having read all the titles of your poetry....and I'm determined to read each one of them. It's very slow here at the Cafe at the moment. I'll be back.
You've put so many strong emotions into this piece, all tangled and mashed together in a chaotic, insane way that is comical in this first four lines, gruesome in the next four, hopeful next, then beautiful, panic, hope shines through again, and very tragic, then irony. Isn't the real world much more insane and horrible than most things a wandering imagination can create? The title to this poem says it all, as you have toyed with the idea of sanity and put a new spin on it. I find it very successful. Love it.
This is a double edge sword for me as I was pulled into the story feeling the depth I also had a smile on my face of familiar feelings.. You did a great job conveying the emotion packed behind the attachment and then realizing that you've seemed to lose it in the land of reality.. Well ...reality sucks lol..xxx :) Just me...xx
Wow very inspiring, thoughtful, full of imagery not to mention the beautiful ending. A great and interesting read. loved the story a very sad theme, but the words themselves are written with brilliant elagance and flare. Well done!
I adore reading, it is where my love for the written word has originated from. My favourite writers are Sylvia Plath, Fyodor Dostoevsky, j.d sallinger,Ken Kesey, Primo Levi and Virginia woolf.
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