becoming you.

My head is a balloon in paper mache
covered with feathers and a hopeful array
of the constant exchanges between me and the day.

I floated towards mountains and spoke to the birds
I swore I wasn't wax with my poetic, absurd.
They dangled me string and wove colored yarns
with hues of the sunshine and the blues around stars.

I passed over farm fields in the magic Midwest.
The lakes were all eerie and i wept for the best
of all those lost feelings now escaping my chest.

Your eyes match the ceiling when the roof is torn off.
There were catapults wrenching to the humming of loss.
There was melting in bliss as I dangled alone.
I wove my own stitches and became my own home. 

Reviews

[Me]

I adore this one - it speaks to my soul - - a brilliant piece.

[Chris]

Now THIS one I feel and relate with. Well toned aloud. Good rhythm and timing. Content with thought that isn't vague and seeming lost.

[Steven Cetta]

Simply excellent. I love this poem. It takes you away from reality.

[quinfinn]

such wonderful imagery in a poem deliciously wrought with fantasy...
what a lovely journey for the mind

[dukovan]

It was all my realities becoming simultaneous fantasy. Thanks for reviewing!

[André-J-Franklin]

Me as a lyricist is feeling the poetic flow here. Love the last line of this piece it speaks to me. Home is where the heart is. Very well written.

[dukovan]

Thanks man, yeah its the best when you don't have a resolution to the poem in mind until you write it. Then its magic.

[André-J-Franklin]

I know the feeling because your ideas evolve when there out of your mind.

[eglantine]

third stanza, first line, *passed

"Youre eyes match the ceiling when the roof is torn off." brilliant

and that last line, by george you've done it! my favorite of yours so far. Great control of meter and rythmn. As you may knopw, I'm not a fan of ryhmn in poetry, but I adore it here. thanks for sharing.

[dukovan]

oops! or maybe I'm just deep like that...jk it was a typo.
Thanks for reading =)

[Kelsey]

I always love your writing. This really spoke to me. It flows so well and it's really a great piece. Great job, as also.

[dukovan]

thanks kelsey

[Tabitha t]

This is great! I love how each line blended perfectly ito the next. Smooth write!

[dukovan]

thanks for stopping by

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Some great imagery here! Love the "head is a balloon in paper mache" - I used to make those with my kids - we put the newspaper over the balloon to make the head the right shape and then popped the balloon when it was dry. The image of the paper mache head with feathers and the interplay with the friendly birds is wonderful as well. Your word play on lakes and "eerie" caught me. That last stanza is really hopeful to me...as if you realize that although some things are lost, or perceived to be, you are becoming "you" and getting comfortable in your own skin... I really like this one a lot.

[dukovan]

you nailed it again, its definately about me coming into myself, and how my artistic process has made me more aware of how I can actually not be honest with myself, but in the long run is the thing helping me to be me. I used to do that stuff as a kid, I'd love to do it with one of my niece's or something, I like the smell lol

[dukovan]

the paper mache balloons I mean.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

I agree! there is something wonderful about paper mache! Has a look all its own. I made a scarecrow for my garden with a head of it...she's rather gawdy , but she does her job. I dress her for the seasons and have grown quite fond of her. :)