154 sheep wrote poems in her sleep

Sense the rhymes of the heart

There were conversations in her sleep

It came and went

like a listless dream

In the midst of real and insanity

There was a river flowing free.

 

Words that haunt

Taunt

Speak in your mind

Like the rollercoaster of an unsolved rhyme

Figures moving but not speaking

You asking but not replying

The intricate game of the silent mime.

 

Play this game he beckons to you

Trace your eyes

Glue! Blue! Goo!

Goobledygook.

Your eyes transfixed to his

Grace, poise as he moves,

don't Miss!

 

Read in between the lines

some prose, poetry, rhymes.

Mimicked. Quiet! Lies.

Speak don’t listen.

Read don’t glisten.

You have to light up now.

Because it is the final bow.

 

The mime’s final show

Is about to grow.

Words spore in the spaces of your mind

You now know the poet’s rhyme

The beat, the form, the line.

 

Its embedded, creeping

Wild.

All this time you have yet to discover

poetry’s endless pending wonder.

Author's Note

Another day dream escapade =) Part of the daydream inspired series

Reviews

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

In the midst of real and insanity, words are spoken in your mind......in the intricate game of the silent mime. Read in between the lines, you read, don't glisten........the final mime is about to grow......embedded, creeping wild, is poetry's endless pending wonder. What a wondrous poem!

[Veritatis Cupitor]

"in the midst of real and insanity" >>>nice line

this is really a refreshing piece. there's wonder following behind each line, and its all written fluidly and so that the reader can visualize this picture you've created with such ease

[An owl on the moon]

There are so many shadows dancing in your words... rollercoaster ride to be sure.. lines that give subtle glimpses into the mind and more. Poetry's endless pending wonder!

[deeps]

I really enjoyed this piece, This is amazing, Love the flow and rhyme scheme.