Legacy Imagined

 

Staring towards God’s lair

The sky like my fireplace;

Cold, dark, empty…

I tilt my head: nothing changed,

Except my point of view.

I close my eyes; clarity becomes surreal,

The sky a glowing amber,

Psychological flames heat my mind

Causing it to rise…

Carried away on a hypnotic breeze.

I shout at the top of my lungs

So my thoughts can ride my vocal hopes

Like a magic carpet, till they become vapor trails.

I freefall; the ocean my safety net,

The tide my salvation,

The shoreline my savior.

My footprints in the sand

Become hot to the touch,

Each step sinking deeper

Till I find myself

Within a foreign basement;

The smell of roses permeates

This damp structure,

Somehow unsettling to my senses

My stomach tightens

Like a hangman’s noose.

A flicker, then a flash;

A spotlight then accents a table

With a game of poker in progress…

I’m compelled to join.

Five card draws the game;

E.A. Poe to my left,

The lizard king to my right…

All my cards; ace of spades

Still I win the hand;

A gust of wind,

I open my eyes…

The sky is blue

My face pale white.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

If I didn't know any better I'd say you had one hell of an lsd trip. Or was it acid, Mushrooms? Just a dream? Whatever it was, you explained it well and it seemed to go by pretty fast which shows how engrossed I was. To be sitting next to those guys would be somthing. Good job.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Dale... dreams are like that... I often wonder how our mind can write a chapter in a Novel that could be inspired by our Muse from the great beyond. truly, Pat

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

That most certainly are like that... dreams seam to be an abstract version of our feelings.
This is a dream I imagine having, if that makes sense.

[Pryde Foltz]

Five card draws the game;
E.A. Poe to my left,
The lizard king to my right…
All my cards; ace of spades
Still I win the hand;
A gust of wind,
I open my eyes…
The sky is blue
My face pale white.

Messing in what or with whom we shouldn't. Glad you made it out alive. Excellent write.

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

That is a great way of looking at it, thank you so much.

[Angi]

Cowboy, this took me on a little mind trip through fantastic images from sky to fear to sea to lonliness, I can hear the shouting and I see the sand turn to floor that erupts into that dank place with a strange poker game going on. It makes me wonder what stakes have been set in the center of that table... Angi~

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

Thanks Angi... you certainly pose an interesting question... that is when the imagination has its say.

[SyberRose]

WOW..some write...and some dream that was...great imagery Dale...a great free verse piece you have penned...Rose...:)

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

Why thank you so much Rose xo

[Frieda P]

"Psychological flames" lit my brain in reading this one Dale, awe inspiring, how did I miss this one?

Cold, dark, empty…
I tilt my head: nothing changed,
Except my point of view.

Love that....I can relate, this is bat shyte crazy good!

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

Why thank you, one of my favorites I've ever written.

[Frieda P]

We have something in common, mine too :-)

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

Awe shucks :)

[Rebecca Hope Rouston]

i loooove this line;
"I tilt my head: nothing changed,
Except my point of view."
this is perfect.
and the ending shows to me the feeling of complete mental exhaustion. you have a creative way of using physical everythings to show emotional everythings. i loved this!!

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

Thank you so much... I loved that line too, I have a big thing with perception and how we all can see the same thing but get different ideas... I guess that is why I love poetry, it is open to interpretation.

[Rebecca Hope Rouston]

i wrote something like that too. ill send you that poem of mine, or you may have seen it already, i forget.

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

Please send it to me.

[ChervenkovaM]

Amazing work!

I'm very in awe, of the awareness you show here, my friend. It's stunning.
The elusive line of you I loved: " Like a magic carpet, till they become vapor trails." It's imagination in 200% in between of those two divine souls, you're number three for sure! Keep on writing such art, I love it!

[Cherrie Palmer]

I always love how you bring a poem and / or story to a close.