Collective Epiphanies

Inspired by a dream...

Cobblestones are burning beneath the street lights.
They say
we’re walking with too much friction.
We need to be cool.
The sky is choking clouds
and making faces at me.
Stop pretending to be and
just be.
We’ve already seen who you can be,
now, just be you.

As if trying to make more space for something
the traffic rearranges itself.
The streets have no idea what merging is
and the singing birds have not yet learned
that fire sirens aren't

their brethren's calls returned.

I told you there was something here
and laughing you twirled sunlight around your finger.
You painted the air with presence,
I still have trouble breathing.
If you put your ear against my chest
you can hear the ocean in my lungs
rising to the pull of your moonlight skin.
Your
gravity.

You laugh at me
when I tell you nice things.
You can’t take me seriously.
That’s why I do.

I get so lost sometimes
I almost know where I am again.
You catch me in your Rubix-kaleidoscopic eyes
and whisper under your breath,
This is just the beginning
Even if it’s the end of something else.

I wanted you to know,
it wasn’t always this beautiful.

You helped me notice.

Flocks of crayon colored static drips from stereo speakers
from beings caught between frequencies
of broadcasted solitude in-between radio stations.
A daydream is stuck in your head
as you hum a song
no one has ever heard.
Where did you learn to bend notes so beautifully?
You laugh at me again,
not taking me seriously.
Honestly.
We must have traveled here in a pensive hourglass.
The sand spinning like a halcyon tornado in our sleep,
saying,
Take your time.
You deserve it.

I forget things easily
so be patient with me, please,
because in this place, you hold 
all collective epiphanies.

I know I’m going to wake soon.

I close my eyes and wait for eternal to pass.
I can smell rain.
As each moment echoes off our breath like reverb
all six billion hearts beat at once and everything stops.
I feel your hand close around mine,
I hear you breathe to say something,
I open my eyes,
and everything
stops.

Author's Note

... I'm gonna miss her.
Here's daydream music.

Reviews

[Sabbath_Nikole]

What the hell dude. You just blew me outa the water with this stuff. spins sunligh around her finger? Rubix-kaleidoscopic eyes? You can hear the ocean in my lungs
Rising to the pull of your moonlight skin? Only a few of my favorite lines. Dude, i think i just fell in love with youuuuuu! Seriously, printing this s**t out and putting it on my wall for inspiration. A-f*****g-mazing. For real. Beautiful.

[Randolf Ramos]

Great poem

[Jetta Zippora]

Powerful, lyrical, inspirational write, friend. I love it.

[Wicahpi]

Poetry inspired by divinity.

The imagery is absolutely amazing. It held me in its grip and didnt let go until the finale. Well done on this stunning piece.
CFB

[Elvina CZq]

It's raining here in my place when I read this poem of yours. Interesting piece of writing you had from a dream. I like every line of it, as if they were the voice of your heart - very sentimental as I'd feel it. I adore these lines:-

You can hear the ocean in my lungs
Rising to the pull of your moonlight skin
Your
Gravity

This is metaphorically obvious that you're still carry this woman you adore all the time and always wanting her to know how you truly feel. I really enjoy reading this poem. It somehow calms my mind.

[PianoandPage]

you have killer imagery and you use unexpected words to say
things we have all felt which is both a must and a rarity for poets.

so many lines here rang out with me,
if i put them all down i'd pretty much be copying down the poem.

so, i'll make just a few notes...


i LOVED the line about sirens being "other boistrous birds" but if possible i'd suggest using another word for "birds" as the repeat so soon seems a little redundant. although i love the alliteration. hmmm. choices. haha. it's a great image though.

the middle stanza where she spins sunlight is perfect and in my opinion could stand alone as its own poem.

the end is good but felt a little disconnected from the rest of the piece. like it shifted gears. not that it's bad... could have been your intention. just noticed it.

i really liked how you interjected bits of thought, conversation, and flirts into the poem. it kept the relationship in steady-cam when some of your high def tracked camera images where soaring and blaring and cooing.

haha. i feel like my review is so scattered but in my defense i worked a 10 hour shift on almost no sleep. keep writing. great stuff!

[Elaine]

I love the imagery. and especially the setting.

[Daniel Gardner]

Nice work. I loved the imagery and feel of this.

[G. Marie"floating on an..]

this was incredible imagery here. it took my breath away this is some of the best i have read here id like to get inside your mind and see how it works. this poem is my muse

[William Fields Issac]

This was really interesting, I liked it. Really good imagery and terrific flow.