Greetings everyone! Welcome again to another edition of Friday Night Poetry Corner. This time I will present one of my works. It is a new poem; like 15 minutes new. The name of this joint is called “I look as my mind turns away..”
A surreal poem but with logical prints all over it.
Enough writing, enjoy and comments are much welcome :o)
I look as my mind turns away..
(Sarah’s Plight)
To cry a freedom,
realizing thought and time are one.
Conceptional imagination makes dreams
wonders for realization of thought.
A line, very thin or remarkable dark sin
window between madness and normalcy
engulf all of us
including me
the forever spring.
I would beg for absent of oppression
by destroying the oppressor.
It all echoes clear understanding of pure thought.
Rationalization gave me such vivid answers
I could look into far lands
and be right here
thought and time are one
no one could tell me any different
or convey a madness of such pondering,
ancient tales we lost—
knowledge of-
into the green fields
leaving desert footprints of mystery.
K.G. Bethlehem
Nice! Nothing like a little logic to turn up the surrealist heat.
Is this your art, too? It would lend itself well to a graphic novel – okay, at least an ongoing strip.
Really cool!
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Thank you! Naw I wish I could draw. 😞
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window between madness and normalcy
The danger is when the window gets locked when we are on the madness side.
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I like that. Interesting way of viewing. Gotta tread lightly when facing such revelations. I think we face such situations more often than we notice. I see them now, more so since I’m older. Closer to mortality.
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Just a question. Is there a Friday night poetry corner? In Sunrise Florida we gather at a coffee house and take turns reading and or singing and schmoozing on some Friday nights.
Regards
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I live in the DC area and they have poetry joints on Friday nights too. Same concept.
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Thank you for visiting
Hope to see you soon
As always Sheldon
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