Meeting Dali While Singing Nirvana

A Poem by redzone

….surreality...

Meeting Dali While Singing Nirvana

The morning was heavy, thick;

not from Summer’s heat

or humidity,

but from the dark shadows

arising from the earth.

As I walked across the field,

it felt as though I was a fantasy

wandering through reality.

It was surreal,

even though there was no

leaping tiger springing from thin air;

or limp watches hanging off

dead tree branches.

Dali was nowhere to be found.

As I continued on,

what came to mind was more,

“Pennyroyal Tea”,

“Come As You Are”

with a dash of

Nirvana’s “The Man Who Sold The World”.

And all I could reply was,

“I swear I don’t have a gun.”

And I had to ask,

what have we become?

Some days are like this.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 9.13.19

© 2019 redzone

Author's Note

....thanks for reading..

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barleygirl

I envy you the ability to capture the illogical twists & turns that the mind makes as we putter thru our days. Being observant is an important part of writing & that's what I think fuels your poem most of all here . . . your unexpected, uninhibited self-observations! Thank you for taking us all on this outing with you, watching & listening with you! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago

5 Years Ago

thank you Margie for these kind words... the thing is I am not sure you would ever want ear plugs to.. read more

Beccy

Of late, it is the real world that has a feeling of the surreal.

'What we become,' indeed...

Beccy.

Posted 5 Years Ago

5 Years Ago

thanks Beccy, for your kind words and I agree our world has become very surreal... besides asking wh.. read more

jacob erin-cilberto

i think the surreal is a better place to be, actually....
i think words are stronger than bullets....
we need peace, within ourselves, and with others.
That is the reality to me.
j.