Solitary Winds
by
William Robbins
copyright 08-25-2002
Age Rating: 18 to 127
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Alone,
in the richness of my treasure closet
filled with murky mental vestments,
gratefully isolated from the chains of traitorous smiles
and lips preaching love as they wound,
I am aloft with inhales of surrender,
ferried in a brain cell sailboat
on a current of pastel moods
that propels me over a waterfall of chimera.
Tasting the psychedelic flow,
my aliveness
twists and threads itself
through a revolving door
between
bleached dimensions
and guarded hisses of madness.
Slumber only folds itself into my eyes
when I've nuzzled
both plains
of surrealistic thickets.
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Another sweeping poem...paintings in the mind....I love this....and I especially like the phrase "Slumber only folds itself into my eyes..." Wow! Fantastic, as always!
I especially enjoyed these lines..
'I am aloft with inhales of surrender,
ferried in a brain cell sailboat
on a current of pastel moods
that propels me over a waterfall of chimera.
Tasting the psychedelic flow, '
Nancy