Deep in a Crack

Its a short rhyming fantasy.

Deep in a crack, where the floor meets the wall,
there's a path that winds back to a doorway so small
that the tiniest ant couldn't squeeze in or crawl,
but this story will walk you right through.

So, just loosen your thoughts to what comes from the reading
and try not to guess at the plot, where it's leading,
as whimsy surrounds us and logic's receding.
We're here, the way's open, let's go...

We step outo a land where minds go when they wander,
where artists employ what the daydreamers squander,
while philosophers stack thoughts like blocks, as they ponder;
all ignoring our casual stroll.

Many things are familiar, yet shifted askew.
Like, our shadows walk with us, mimicking what we do
and they constantly whisper about déjà vu, 
insisting that we know the future.

The horizon's a slide show of cities and field.
As we watch them go by, fantasies are revealed.
And they lure our hearts to the pleasures they'd yield, 
but that's a journey for you to write.

The reason we're here's not to find paradise
or to go up a mountain for my grand advice.
All this rhyming's a spell to coax your sacrifice.
I want space for my thoughts in your memories.

And I'll chase you all day, through what landscapes you choose,
'til, with evening, we tire and you grant or refuse
my single desire. You've so little to lose.
Let it rest, the spell is still spinning.

Looking up to the sun, it just smiles and winks.
Then it's gone and the sky holds its breath while it sinks
through a radiant spectrum to the blackest of brinks,
where it skids to a stop amid sparks.

The stars in this sky aren't like other stars.
They're an army of fireflies locked up in jars,
each containing a dream that was flung from the bars
of an imagination caged in order.

And we dance in the night, our toes tickling the grass,
throwing stones wrapped in thunder to shatter the glass.
With each burst of release, booming echoings pass
and hope's back, free to pilot the breeze.

But, as winds trade their whistle for thrashing, we stumble,
and the gusts scoop us up as the ground starts to crumble
in a great swirling storm that subsides with a mumble,
leaving me to drift in the void.

So, I've lost you, my anchor, whose eyes ruled the page.
You, who gave me a moment to soften my rage.
You were real, no mirage. I was free from the cage.
I will remember you.

Author's Note

Please let me know what you think.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

My first thought about what it is you lost...is your thoughts? Am I right or wrong. Artists employ what the daydreams squander. I'm thinking that the answer is in that. Our thoughts. Love it when a question at the end makes you go back looking for the answer. I might keep looking....

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, William! :)
I lost the reader, you. Haha

[Silvanus Silvertung]

"We step outo a land" - > into a land?

Beautiful poem

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Silvanus! :)
Outo = out into

[Re-Pete]

interesting things are created when those minds wander. it can be a lonely walk but creative as are your artistic words and images conjured. i get a philosophical playfulness from this - consistent with the artistic process (expressing oneself). one paints looking through the window of the mind/soul. very well done. bravo ... :)

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Pete! :)

[Meenakshi Dutta]

Read your work today.
U have an amazing imagination Mattavelli.
The closing lines are magical.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Saga! :)

[Neville]

... your rhyming fantasy not only sounds good in my head but it also looks mighty pretty pinned to the page sir ...................... another pearl of a poem, for sure :)

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Neville! :)

[Neville]

.. my pleasure entirely mattavelli .. Neville :)

[Lydia Shutter]

The imagination of a poet knows no bounds and will never be locked in a cage. I enjoyed the rhyming and the alliteration in this poem. Your lines flowed so well. We can walk into a fantasy when we read a poem....and become the voyeur of the poet's mind. Very unusual write. I enjoyed it. Lydi**

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Lydia! :)

[Sami Khalil]

Very creative dear poet and full of literary gems to behold. Phantasy meets reality then magic and on. You plant the mind landscapes with wonderful imagery. Enjoyed the visit and thank you for yours.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Sami! :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome sir.

[Betty Hermelee]

This quite a fantasy, and your images are full of magical, whimsical thoughts. One phrase that caught my eye: "I want space for my thoughts in your memories"....Which shows us another person is on your journey or was on your journey. Love your imagery of the sun sinking beyond the horizon, just touching words. After the fantasy, you show that your lover is real, and lost, and now you are in the void.
Great imagination!
Best, betty

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Betty! :)

[Betty Hermelee]

You’re quite welcome

[Chris Shaw]

What a magical journey you took your readers on mattavelli. Wonderful cadence, an unusual rhyme scheme and superb imagery. You never disappoint. Your poetry always delights.

Chris

[mattavelli]

Thank you for reading, Christine! :)

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a magical tale of walking amongst the minds of all writers and the unlimited journeys they can propel you into if you just have the courage to let go and drift among the words as the journey is painted before yours eyes.

This is refreshing and exquisite. Leaping from one painting into another with each stanza that is written.

[mattavelli]

Thanks for reading, Poet! :)

[Poetic Beauty]

You are definitely welcome