Inbetween Conciousness

I see a man suspended from a tall ceiling, by a bar pierced through his stomach.
Attached to the top of the bar is a chain, draping him down from the ceiling.
Though no blood falls.
Not a drop, even as he stretches his limbs out every which way.

In between his movements he serves as a shield from the naked light bulb above him.
The light dims and brightens as he waves his arms and legs up and out.
The shadows dance, surrounded by yellow light.
His motions are fluid and somehow graceful.
Almost as if he were dancing ballet, to a soft melody.

No sign of pain nor panic.
He simply uses the space and movement granted.

Reviews

[Gee]

Jeepers, I'd like to take a wander around your mind. Nicely written, strange

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I cringed in pain as I read the first stanza but sat in wonder as I read the rest of your piece. Fantastic work here.

[Sami Khalil]

"The shadows dance, surrounded by yellow light.
His motions are fluid and somehow graceful.
Almost as if he were dancing ballet, to a soft melody.

No sign of pain nor panic."
That is some good poetry...:)

[Janna Nicole]

Thank you. :) I really appreciate it.

Believe it or not, this was just something I seen/dreamed while I was falling asleep. You know, when you're about half-way in but still half-way awake and you start to dream?
I try to keep a dream journal, so I HAD to write this one down. I didn't really try to arrange the words in any special or poetic way. That's just how it naturally came out in words. :)
It was a very powerful visual.

[Sami Khalil]

Good stuff...I like...:)