Epiphony

just a poem...

Epiphony

it came to me in an epiphany

when I thought my mind was clear

laying in the sand on a beachy day

listening to the echoe of the wind

absorbing the scents of salten air

It came to me in a dream

when I thought I would sleep through

when yesterday was not an option

today was calmly swollen

tomorrow no more than a doubtful expectation

of something ill-concieved

it came to me in a revelation

like that word on the tip of my tounge

the one I should have known

recognized

sudden awareness

budding the souring tastes

of realization

it came to me in an epiphany

a moment of astute comprehension

suddenly it came to me

and I saw your truths

as nothing more than waxed  mannequins

dressed in tissue paper dresses

and cellophane promises

it came to me in a dream

and when I opened my eyes

you were gone

© bj smith

aka shallimarRose

Author's Note

comments and critique always welcome..thats how we grow..

Reviews

[Lydia Shutter]

Too often we realize the importance of people in our lives when they are gone. Of course, sometimes when they are gone, we realize their promises were cellophane and their truths were not quite what we once were sure they were. Ephiphanies come at the strangest moments, but once we have one, things are so clear. Rose, I liked this a lot. I can relate. Lydi**

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Lydi... xo

[Keith]

That epiphany moment of realisation that the lover is untrue so elegant described. In Aussie we might say the 'penny dropped, he is just a dud'. That clever confirmation in the last line.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Keith... Well it looks like you are taking advantage of my table of contents.. Im glad. I was not sure how that would work.. xo Rose

[Keith]

It works well enjoying your wonderful work thanks.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you darlin'... I think you are the only one using it maybe.. lol but its there for the taking..
huggs!!

[zainul]

Sometimes dreams appear so real and desirable that I feel to sleep again if it is interrupted by some reasons.
Wonderful write,shalimarRose.
Could you fix the spelling of the title of the poem?
It is written,'Epiphony' at two places.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you fZain.... Both places where it is spelled with an "o" instead of an "a" are the title.. The site I moved it from did not have a header for the title like the cafe' does.... The poem is about having an epiphany and realizing someone is fake.. a phoney.. so in the title it is actually spelled epi (phoney) intentionally... Though I guess noone catches that.. I should have hyphenated it like I did in the original perhaps.. Thank you so much for your review.. shallimarRose

[zainul]

You are most welcome.
I understood the case.

[Rita L. Sev]

The images flowed beautifully here. Ah, the moment we realize Truth - an end; a beginning... Real epiphany... Great write!

[shallimarRose]

Yes the end IS sometimes our real beginning.. Thank you Rita.. shallimarRose

[Frieda P]

Too often we tread through life with our eyes closed until such said epiphany does finally wake us full tilt, they are all life lessons, and your poem reminds me of that, if we're lucky we soon realize those truths....

and I saw your truths
as nothing more than waxed mannequins
dressed in tissue paper dresses
and cellophane promises

Great read!

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Frieda.. xo shallimarRose

[Frieda P]

My pleasure, I meant to mention also, I love how you changed up epiphany in your title to read phony.... nice one.

[shallimarRose]

You are the only one that caught that.. In the original I had it hyphenated.. xo

[Frieda P]

I caught it right away but lost my train of thought whilst I was writing the original review...x

[shallimarRose]

Love becomes the tie that "blinds" sometimes we all need a wake up call maybe.. thanks again.. xo

[Debbie_Philly]

Ohhh love the play on the title word.... it goes so well with the feeling you conveyed in the piece... really a great write... very much enjoyed !! :)

[shallimarRose]

Thank you for reading Debbie.. glad you enjoyed.. xo shallimarRose

[Sheila Kline]

It is when our eyes are opened, and our hearts are allowed to feel the reality of a situation that we have an epiphany as you speak of! I especially like your description of the waxed mannequins dressed in tissue paper dresses. The fake is so "real"! The ending is rather surprising as we realize then that it was but a dream, however this sudden realization often happens in real life when we imagine it is but a dream.

[shallimarRose]

Thank you so much Sheila.. the person was real the epiphany came in a dream.. sometimes it taks a lot to open our eyes.. So glad you enjoyed.. shallimarRose

[Sheila Kline]

Ah, that makes sense! Sometimes we just don't get it in real life, and it takes a dream to make us see the truth for what it is........a very clever write!!

[Sami Khalil]

The title , the poem , the wording even the repetition of it came to me are all great and spaced greatly...Bravo

[shallimarRose]

Thank you for reading Sami... I am happy you liked it.. shallimarRose

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...:)

[Korrin Perry]

"it came to me in an epiphany
a moment of astute comprehension
suddenly it came to me
and I saw your truths"

amazing and completely relatable. beautifully written

[shallimarRose]

Thank you Korrin for reading.. shallimarRose

[Sam]

"it came to me in an epiphany
when I thought my mind was clear"

I feel that is when I hear the most.

"it came to me in a revelation
like that word on the tip of my tounge
the one I should have known
recognized"

I am really loving this It. You make it take a life.

Then I kept reading and you end your poem It came to me in a dream and when I opened my eyes you were gone.
Is the IT here the truth of what is really going on?
Wonderful read yet again. A puzzle for me to sort. Thank you for sharing. Looking forward to reading your next work.

[shallimarRose]

Sometimes when we are awake our heart does not let us see clearly.. but in a dream sometimes things make themselves known... The "IT" is the epiphany ... that being the realization that everything was all a lie. He was a fake... "as nothing more than waxed mannequins

dressed in tissue paper dresses
and cellophane promises"

Thank you for reading.. sR