Lost in Familiar Places

When reality seems screwy

Lost in Familiar Places

in the hazy morning I felt a fear of moving,

the trees outside still yet I see them a flight,

my craziness surrounds me,

a drink of silence wets my lips,

i have visited here before

yet i don’t know where i am.

i am lost in familiar places

ancient, modern, 

the fantail of my being all strewn

across the arc of my horizon.

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Lydia, thank you for visiting!

[Lydia Shutter]

A true poet is aware of his or her surroundings...acutely aware. Images tend to fly through the psyche of the poet....and some of them end up in a poem. I liked the stream of consciousness feel of this one. Lydi**

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you Pryde. I really like this piece.

[Pryde Foltz]

i am lost in familiar places
ancient, modern,
the fantail of my being all strewn
across the arc of my horizon.

Gorgeous write, Alfred. I know of what you speak … awareness does seem to give the world more colour and joyousness to its movement.

[Alfred Kukitz]

Thank you both for visiting. Yesterday when I wrote this I felt like I struck a cord in me. It's tantalyzing to feel a spirit coming out of you and rising into consciousness. Witnessing your own words that wrapped themselves around your own mystery.

[Rene Salinas]

What an interesting view! My approach here is to do with the different stages of sleep. As well documented when we bring back memories we somehow discover that we embrace imprints that we know not how or when they got formed. Mental images that may or may not be a result and here comes the "freaky" bit something that may not have happened or equally "freaky" that happened and we realize we had bury that under a pile of unconciousness. But light finds its way through and dissipates doubt giving way to a scene we can't fathom yet we know it relate to us.

Enchanting

Thankyou

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i believe in reincarnation...i feel i have lived in the pioneer days...lost in familiar Places...ancient, modern...and here i am now...feeling (as sheryl crow sang) "a stranger in my own life."

and i guess my being is strewn across the arc of my horizon...you have some great lines in this..

and i really can feel this poem...even in the stillness, i feel my craziness even more.