Not A Curtain Call(Not Even Close)

Somewhere between

The afternoon matinee

And a midnight screening

Is where fiction becomes

Reality based on fantasy.

 

The difference between

The sun beating down

And the stars dancing

In the moon’s spotlight

Goes beyond the realms

Of day and night,

Delving deep into the vortex

Where the thin line

Between heaven and hell

Is drawn in pencil.

 

When a lifetime has no number

Measuring the distance

Between forever and a day

Is like removing a penance

From the soul.

 

Living in the land of confusion

Makes perfect sense

When you realize

Perception is not an illusion

When it comes to freewill

For the human race.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Your poem seems to indicate that there is so much more going on "out there" than what we humans are experiencing with our literal sensory perceptions. I definitely believe this. And I love the way you show how fuzzy many of our accepted lines may really be! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

That is a great way to see my poem. I agree bout there being more out there. Thank you again Margie.

[Dhaye]

I really like this verse:
"When a lifetime has no number
Measuring the distance
Between forever and a day
Is like removing a penance
From the soul"

How could you count a lifetime? How could you measure what's between forever and a day?
Life is a choice. It is what we make because we are free to do so. But we have to be careful for sometimes there is just a thin line between illusion and reality in our own eyes.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Well said my poetic friend. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, we have free will...and there is no director for the movie of our life...
we have to improvise...and there is going to be a lot of confusion...can we write our own script to get through it? we shall see.
love this poem, Dale.
j.

[The Rock And Roll Cowboy(REBEL WITH A CAUSE)]

Exactly good sir. Thank you.