This Is

This is not a dream

Chasing waterfalls, something impossible to obtain, capture, or understand

Muddy after, the quicksand

And streams overflowing from mountain top's fallen rain

Filling pools of confusion, tugging and pulling

Exploding, exposed, assuming,

Ricocheting earthquakes and paranoia,

Making it beyond difficult to sleep.

I can hear the reverberating patterns of sirens from city center beaming

Huddled in a color blind sheep's nest

A fly on the wall ignoring multiple elephants in multiple rooms

The obvious,

Blue ominous glow,

Optimism often underwhelming in droves

Perhaps a pulsating spirit of peace and wisdom

Ascending gracefully

The scents,

Magnolia,

Tea,

Leaf spices,

Vanilla and Rooibos plants,

An ancient tale of what flew into his mouth,

Sugary as honeycomb trees.

Treasure hunts for casual formalities

Darjeeling contrasting Louisiana heat

But this is not a dream,

Another withdraw, coked down; a fiend

Difference between wasps and hornets, the Vulture

Red moons at dusk

This is not a dream

A fight to awaken, navigating straits and complacent,

Something of poetry and butterflies,

Escaping their cocoon

Good over evil, tussling to emerge

Adapting,

Courageous,

Bearing push and patience

Igniting torches

Longed for days of calm cadence,

Soldiers forming pillars,

Filters,

Allowing in peace, sleep, scents, and wisdom,

But this is not a dream.

Reviews

[Nariko]

I like how you describe you use the five senses to describe the scenary in your poems