Is self-awareness the same as diagnosis?
Are dreams symptoms or manifestations?
Just lately there has been regular levitation
with increasing ability to rise above situations
or step lightly into another dimension
through a literal sphere of consciousness –
which is in fact a flexible paper tube.
Is intoxication dangerous?
Is imagination terminal?
Not only are these experiences thrilling,
but also make dislocation enjoyable.
I am lying in a meadow of my own making,
sipping beer at the festival of living proof.
Perfectly balanced in my tipped universe
I have seldom felt happier upon waking
and been so willing to surrender to the night.
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Julia, though I hate to repeat myself, what a little gem!>KB
Thank you KB. Help yourself to an imaginary sandwich 🙂
Can I have the sandwiches, Julia? I’m not a big fan of cake
Well okay, but if you put your beer there, it’ll spill.
I’d better keep hold of it then.
😀
This one is in my top ten of yours. Love the last two lines.
Really, Audra? I wonder what makes something work for a particular reader? Answers on a blog 🙂
Julia, a gorgeous poem! You, my dear, rock poetry!
Laughing now! Good to see you John. Been busy promoting Snailbeach Tails over here:
https://www.facebook.com/SnailbeachTails
This is… I like it.
Glad you do 🙂
This made me smile.
Marvelous 🙂
or marvellous even.
I thought you’d gone all American on me then.
Hey Julia…your last two lines are mesmerizing, and balancing the act of life. Wow!
Pawan, I must go and read them again now you say that – sometimes I forget what I wrote!
I love it, and feel exactly at the same place in life, specially with the last three lines… thank you!
So clear:
“I am lying in a meadow of my own making,
sipping beer at the festival of living proof.”