Discovery

I'm not really sure what the point of this is or was. I'm sitting on the balcony at 12:10 in the morning in the Bahamas. And I just started from nowhere and began to type. I'll review in the morning.

Discovery

             Kelley Quinn

The sky lights up,

Like a tea party on a Sunday afternoon.

Delicate china, clinks of perfect florets.

The darkness, an envelope, cuts and captures me

In a lagoon of time. 

People, like flocks, the throb of a headache, 

Everywhere pulsing through each beat.

They reverberate off the walls of my mind,

Collecting, like garbage bins, my guilty sins.

Beat. One. Two. Beat. 

A drum, a Native tribe, dancing, like wildfire;

Leaves taunt around ankles, achieving temptation.

Flames shadow our inner thoughts, hidden behind shades of pretense.

An affectation of our solitude, a free show, a comedy of our lives.

Our stage begins to crumble: our masks melt. 

Who are we but another player in the world of pretend?

It's like kiddies in the sandbox, children in the snow, 

Silly play, but in the end, purpose is eluded and nothing arrives.

The big bad wolf triumphs, despite the told tale,

And here we are, my what big teeth you have,

Spinning down a drain of despair.

A world of green and blue from up above, but,

With invitation, you'll see we aren't like black and white. 

But rather tie dyed ways of the most dangerous kind.

Lunacy and a cracked reality take this world to be theirs.

And what are we, but patients in the waiting room,

 Anticipating no one. 

Reviews

[Siena - Silent Awakenin..]

Stunning... I actually love this, from your imagination to the depth of thought you've put into this. Its inspirational.

[A.E. Surdam]

Very nice, I loved the imagery and how you brought the entire piece together. Beautiful. There are so many images to where it takes your breath away.