A Tale of Mind

Why bother?

This opening draws distant shapes,
but what I'm seeing isn't real.
It's this thing that my eyes do,
making up characters and story lines,
young lovers dancing under the clouds and sun,
friends tossing frisbees and thoughts about the day.
Yet here I stand,
dreaming up lives and discarding them while my gaze wears thin.
So what do I call them,
these perfectly sculpted objects in
harmonious adulation?
I wait for the words a while longer...

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

So interesting...
Dreaming up lives, do we all do that, I thought it was just Frieda P. and I that had multiple personality disorder. But it's a great escape from harsh realities... And gives us the re- charge we need sometimes.
This reads like a melancholy dream. Nice write.

[Jack Cassidy]

Well, it's nice to add to the bunch... I'm glad you liked it, you seem to understand the general idea very well, very intuitive. Thank you for summoning up some feedback. K.

[Matching Socks]

My pleasure. :)

[Audrey Kanyera]

Beautiful, I would see it as an artist that can create and destroy characters with his artistry

[Jack Cassidy]

The characters made the artist do it :) K.

[J. K. Beach]

Nicely done! I find many levels of meaning... a feast for the reader!

[Jack Cassidy]

Thanks for the positivity... and feasts are glorious. K.