Deep in a Crack

Deep in a Crack

A Poem by mattavelli
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Its a short rhyming fantasy.

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Deep in a crack, where the floor meets the wall,
there's a path that winds back to a doorway so small
that the tiniest ant couldn't squeeze in or crawl,
but this story will walk you right through.

So, just loosen your thoughts to what comes from the reading
and try not to guess at the plot, where it's leading,
as whimsy surrounds us and logic's receding.
We're here, the way's open, let's go...

We step outo a land where minds go when they wander,
where artists employ what the daydreamers squander,
while philosophers stack thoughts like blocks, as they ponder;
all ignoring our casual stroll.

Many things are familiar, yet shifted askew.
Like, our shadows walk with us, mimicking what we do
and they constantly whisper about déjà vu, 
insisting that we know the future.

The horizon's a slide show of cities and field.
As we watch them go by, fantasies are revealed.
And they lure our hearts to the pleasures they'd yield, 
but that's a journey for you to write.

The reason we're here's not to find paradise
or to go up a mountain for my grand advice.
All this rhyming's a spell to coax your sacrifice.
I want space for my thoughts in your memories.

And I'll chase you all day, through what landscapes you choose,
'til, with evening, we tire and you grant or refuse
my single desire. You've so little to lose.
Let it rest, the spell is still spinning.

Looking up to the sun, it just smiles and winks.
Then it's gone and the sky holds its breath while it sinks
through a radiant spectrum to the blackest of brinks,
where it skids to a stop amid sparks.

The stars in this sky aren't like other stars.
They're an army of fireflies locked up in jars,
each containing a dream that was flung from the bars
of an imagination caged in order.

And we dance in the night, our toes tickling the grass,
throwing stones wrapped in thunder to shatter the glass.
With each burst of release, booming echoings pass
and hope's back, free to pilot the breeze.

But, as winds trade their whistle for thrashing, we stumble,
and the gusts scoop us up as the ground starts to crumble
in a great swirling storm that subsides with a mumble,
leaving me to drift in the void.

So, I've lost you, my anchor, whose eyes ruled the page.
You, who gave me a moment to soften my rage.
You were real, no mirage. I was free from the cage.
I will remember you.



© 2016 mattavelli



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mattavelli
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dear Matt... nice to meet you. I am impressed... I enjoyed the journey...
quite unique. truly, Pat

Posted 11 Months Ago


mattavelli

11 Months Ago

Hi, Pat, thanks for reading. :)
This was a lot of fun to write.
Woah there you go slaying again! I've said it before but you're rhyming game is tight! Dig this Matt. R xo

Posted 11 Months Ago


mattavelli

11 Months Ago

Thank you, Ray! :)
I always enjoy reading your poems Matt. You're one of the few here who really enjoying Rhyming poetry and do it so well!

Posted 12 Months Ago


mattavelli

12 Months Ago

Thanks, Ana! :)
Nothing new from me in a while. Haha
Ana Papaya

12 Months Ago

I noticed. Good to take breaks every so often...
You're welcome Matt.
(Welcome Mat). .. read more
Brilliant. A true adventure of thought and thinking freely, going where the thought leads, rather than chasing it down and beating it into submission. We would all do well to let our thoughts off the leash like this. Superb.

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading, Nemo. :)
I'm not following your meaning completely in places, but I very much admire your word-crafting & the general gist of your sentiments. The rhyme, rhythm, & word choices are very well done. Everything is original, but two things in particular show the brilliance of your ideas: "where artists employ what the daydreamers squander" . . . and . . . "this rhyming's a spell to coax your sacrifice" . . . Last but not least, I love the playful beckoning employed in the first 2 stanzas.

Posted 1 Year Ago


barleygirl

1 Year Ago

One aspect of your poem that's hard to follow is the use of pronouns. You start out with "you" as if.. read more
mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thanks! :)
The "you" is you, Barleygirl. The "us" and "we" are you and me. Haha
Maybe .. read more
barleygirl

1 Year Ago

I didn't mean to say that it's a big enuf issue to bother with editing. It was just an offhand obser.. read more
like going through a maze....we write and let the writing take us where it will, and as readers we need to do the same...don't try to find a certain ending, a certain way out of the maze...just feel our way through...and let the words take us where and when they will.

j.

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading, Jacob! :)
You're percolating my gray brain matter here. You're a mastermind at having us come along for ride. All senses are firing on full throttle pistons. Hard to imagine it all started in a mere crack! Outstanding, you're getting a whopping 100 for this escapade. Your mind is an interesting vessel which holds immeasurable creativity. Love the fireflies by the way. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Paloma! :)
I like fireflies. They are magical.
I loved the flow and rhythm of the poem. Absolutely beautiful and not sure what the inspiration was behind it but it awakens certain memories and feelings.

"Like, our shadows walk with us, mimicking what we do
and they constantly whisper about déjà vu,"

that's one of my favorites, along with how you ended the poem as well. Again, beautiful. Thank you for sharing this.
Cheers!

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Ms. twitch. :)
An entertaining write, you took the reader on a lovely journey and not only for an adult but kids would be fascinated too. Its just that good!

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thanks, Andrew. :)
"The stars in this sky aren't like other stars.
They're an army of fireflies locked up in jars,
each containing a dream that was flung from the bars
of an imagination caged in order."

Well done, mattevelli,, above line stolen my heart.... thanks for sharing.............
Best
Sun

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Sunrising. :)

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LIFE IS A PARTY. DON'T BE A PINATA. ------------------- Hello, Welcome to My page. I'm Matt. I enjoy reading and writing poetry. If you have a poem that you'd like me to read, please let me know .. more..

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