he woke to find the world had moved
as if rent by a seizure
while he slept
where the city ran before
was the lapping of waves
the mountains there
were nearer
the distance
some way further off
everything remained familiar
but displaced
and in his mind an echo
a suggestion that he’d lived all this before
in a half-forgotten instant
that occurred while he was unconscious of it
how strange
to find his dream made real
how odd
if he should happen to be sleeping yet
the earth beneath his feet
seemed fully solid
he could feel the nothing that is air
with each breath he inhaled
every single thing the same
but everything quite altered
a playing piece unexpectedly moved
in some cosmic game
everywhere he looked
the rules had changed
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Author:
Frank Prem (
Offline) - Published: October 23rd, 2017 01:25
- Category: Surrealist
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- User favorite of this poem: Louis Gibbs.
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Comments5
A fine write again Frank. Is Frenk still about?! lol.
Hi O.
He's not writing at present. There are still a couple of poems from his pen. They may surface on another day. Cheers.
Well writ. There is only one rule in my world: There are no rules.
And make sure you enforce it fully, Michael. Cheers.
Good write, the world as we know it is only in our mind and minds can change.
Thanks GF. All illusion, isn't it?
I simply love this one, Frank! Too me it describes the dream of "reality" we are dreaming, and how we dream a new one with each lifetime. A fav for sure!
I'm honoured Louis. Thank you.
It sounds like he’s awakened from a coma he’s been in ...
...and now he’s experiencing
déjà vu moments.
A piece well written!
A lot to ponder!
~Laura~
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