Hallucinations

Reminds me of my younger days

Hallucinations

By Jack Ivey

 

Is it there or is it not

Before my eyes a deluge of inner thoughts converge

Broadcast on an open plain

For lack of words to feign its impossible meaning

 

Does it dance or does it walk

Upon a stair cased flowered veil to deceive

Brilliant the light does mimic

In effervescent golden silhouettes

 

Will it scream or will it sing

Only time will fill the feast with ample solutions

Listen close as mornings find us

Sleeping on empty cartons of a desperate phrase

 

Does it live or does it die

Within my mind the scattered illusions come to bear

Of endings soon to find their path

In freedoms born of cascade truths on darkened city streets

Author's Note

Thank you for reading

Reviews

[kidstone]

I thought this was a very high quality piece. Nice flow and rhythm to it and captured the ambiguity and vulnerability of being human. Brings to mind Plato's cave and the seekers within seeing glimpses and shadows of the Forms shining brightly outside. Especially liked that sometimes we experience freedoms born of cascade truths but on darkened city streets. I wonder of clarity that is bright, absolute and clear. In most instances it is a fraud.

[Jack...]

Thanks, I am happy you enjoyed it.

[CS]

There is a powerful feeling of being lost in this. A lot of questions that really have no answer but not being able to stop searching for them. To me personally, this reminds me of the journey I have taken with my poetry. Sometimes it feels like a mirage. Like I am walking down all these roads with no real ending in sight. The conclusion to the words being only an illusion.

"Sleeping on empty cartons of a desperate phrase".....I love that!

Nice work, my friend.

[Jack...]

Thank you so much, I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my poem.

[E.C.F. Doyle]

Great poem man. You really nailed the whole feeling of magic coursing through you. It's always hard to describe. Peace and Love.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much