Fish

One of May's Memories; 2009.

I had a dream
Or was it real?
A conscious/unconscious
Twist with a feel
Or perhaps I blanked out
And thought I had seen
The world in colors
So vibrant and keen

I think it was Tuesday
Or maybe the next
Never the less
The day matters not I confess

The blue from the sky
It fell down to the ground
Like a wavering radiant
Spilled all around

And buildings like stones
Woke serpents and fish
They all swam about
In such wonderful drifts

Neon blue
Lime green
Burning bright phosphorescent red
Teal-Orange
Speckled pink
Purple haze
White brown black...

...Periwinkle?

The fish grinned
The serpents winked
They all circled
Twist, turn, dash, dart

They spoke words
In phrases more confusing than riddles
As rhymes set in stanzas of imeasurable meters
And had bubbles of thoughts
Plagued minds I surmised
Or was it I projecting thoughts?

Mind maze without end
Mind eyes - too many sights

This continued for days
On and about
Until finally I felt the tug
And drifted back out
A great invisible hand reached from somewhere above
And pulled me back toward the place where
I'd rested or been
Just before all these fish had came marching in
I saw it all shrink away
Far out now from my sights
As I sat in room
One table; one light

Bare walls and a notebook
A pencil
Naught else
Just me and myself
I, mind(s)
No one else

I glanced up to the ceiling, perplexed and now bored
And swear I saw streams of colors
As bright as before
Remnants of course
Of minds shattered course
A track that I circle...

When reality's worn

Reviews

[Jenny Nelson]

Very interesting. Certainly descriptive of either some kind of "trip" or a really weird dream... or maybe it's where the mind goes when it doesn't like where it's been, perhaps? Again, a very different and interesting write. I liked it a lot.