To Elude an Illusion

The skies are green, the clouds a deep black
A rope too long, and yet no slack
Tea grown cold, transformed into ice
Honey that drips in, rolls into dice
Latches of eyes are weak and broken
Looking for the key, yet visions stay open  
Peering through a crack in the cement
An idea so novel that light is bent
Noises all around, in the ear, in the mind
Voices so shrill they paralyze the spine
Floweret blossom into this beautiful despair
Climbing through the tower by braids of the hair
On the ground, on the feet that move below so fast
Running, screaming, hair gone at last
Free from the cup of the cold dark drink
The poison dripping away down in the sink
Still, danger ahead, a fog that cannot fade
Across the land exists a great palisade
A barricade that simply will not release
Neither rope, nor hair can conquer this beast
The clouds darken to a deathly defeat
The skies sicken to that awful green sheet
Sunlight refuses boil, cadence of a blink
Looking... looking, but the bees are extinct
The clue is lost as the solution is dead
The voices that shriek return in the head
Sweet and sour now wastes as to spoil
The peak that once was here rots in the soil
Items reset, ichor flows plain
A jolt of recall on what is my name
The grass is blue, a mackerel sky
Flowers mirror the clouds that die
Footsteps stop, no longer can go
Freedom was close, but the mind too slow
Trapped again in this world of fear
If only water, there would be a tear
Creation is quietus in this tower I stay
Tonight a bright black and tomorrow a dark day
 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for penning...:)..............

[Jeni Reed]

Thank you for reading!!

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)....................

[kris reed]

Oh joy of joys! I beat Stuart to a review! Ichor is a new word for me, very nice, but still I must ask you why there are fish in the sky? Great poem and such a happy ending; you love black!, you must be very pleased with where you're at. "Creation is quietus" ties back to the fish sky, obviously a Jesus fish, not evolved enough to have legs. I counted 38 lines and what is 3 times 8 but 24, inversed is 42, the answer to the universe! What a deep poem with so many hidden messages; "skies are green ... feet on the ground" obviously commentary on how we actually didn't land on the moon in '69 (green screen instead...); need more prove? 74 letters in those two lines minus the 5 spaces that occur before the commas, equals 69 .... brilliant! Commentary on creationism and the moon landing all in one poem, pure genius I say; could it be there are more hidden messages? I can't wait to find out! And back to "ichor," the blood of the fish in the sky! Good work, I'd write more, but I have to go out an buy a copy of Catcher in the Rye, so tah-tah for now! Re-drum.

[Misery]

Your strings of words are fun to read.
They spill across the page and tumble off the tongue. Well done, dear poet.

[Jeni Reed]

Misery, thank you ever so for your kind words