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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dan
A masterful journey that the writer beckons for the readers to follow on his quest; traipsing through the magical underbrush as the writer chases the essence of one who is not identified...his muse perhaps? The reader enjoys tagging along throughout this mystical romp, reaching out for the sun and its life-giving rays.
Your rhyme scheme is done with excellence, Matt, and your word play is flawless. I am saving this to my library favorites, so thank you for that! take care...dan

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Hey, Dan, thanks for the read, review, and spot in your library :)
I had a lot of fun writing.. read more
I think.... It's fantastic! The imagery takes the reader on a spectacular journey.
My favorite line was "And we dance in the night, our toes tickling the grass" Almost whimsical I guess and very attractive. Really enjoyed this. Thanks for sharing. :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Hi :)
Thanks, my son was almost 2yrs in that photo. What are you up to?
Andronicus

1 Year Ago

Your son is very cute. :)
Trying to get up to date with read requests. :) What about you?
mattavelli

1 Year Ago

I think I was sleeping. :p
Now, I'm waiting for my wife. We're going to a park.
Third word of the third verse is misspelled. So it isn't flawless after all! But it's damn close. A wonderful romp through some cracks in the mind.

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Hey, Roland, thanks for reading. :)
"outo" is a word I created for this. It functions similar.. read more
Roland Petrov

1 Year Ago

Your wife is right! If you'd written "out to", I wouldn't have complained. On the other hand, the wo.. read more
STAND OUT LINE OF THE DAY:

"I want space for my thoughts in your memories." Absolutely stellar!

I almost skipped over this one since it was labeled as a story and not a poem, but I'm so glad I clicked to read. This has the feel of a carnival ride, with the last line causing it to come to a quick, jerking halt. Then, in the next stanza, the ride resumes; and we're off, only to come to another quickening halt. Then, the ride resumes again.

The form and structure of this poem is as important as the content itself, and both equally join hand-in-hand to create pure magic. Your picture brings to mind the words puppet master; but your words bring to mind the words poet master. Absolutely excellent!

Congratulations!

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Linda. :)
Great review! I had a lot of fun writing this one.
Fabulous structure...impressive motion throughout that engages the reader from beginning to end...a triumph actually that lured me right in and absorbed me completely :)

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Hi, Poppy, thanks for reading and the feedback. :)
Very nice wording!
Keep up the great work!!

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thanks, Emily.
Really good poem, Matt, great journey you have made. :) rudi

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Rudi. :)
Wow! Really beautiful poem. I love it.

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Roxxi. :)
Outstanding poetry Matt, always that memories of the yesterdays that lingers upon that is worth
All pur times and then some. Very cool thanks EG

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thanks, EG!
Really terrific word usage and rhyme. You draw the reader in wanting more. Good job. Valentine

Posted 1 Year Ago


mattavelli

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Valentine. :)

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