The Reflective Life

The Reflective Life

A Poem by Mr.Boffin

down the road
stretched out below the Sky
trickling down, my feet wondering with
the puling sky;
lost in my reverie.

a princess down the road sparkles, as
she cries --
    (little lass left aside.)
wondering past shifting gazes
we cant see the slow decay
of our hollow....

a prescient sea of lies,
clouds of Lifeworld's disguise.
juvenescence down the road,
stopped and passed me by
he said, "Must go!"
and I replied...

think back, to a sea of sand
a little lad, a cur,
    a sire.
form a row beyond the bench;
with little Fräulein Daisy too,
beneath the mire.

and I walk below the Moon
two buds playing, Stravinsky's Nightingale.
(The sweetest song is in the forest.
A golden slipper around his neck.
The Emperor dying, nightingale singing;
Death is moved, and each night singing...)

so down the road
stretched out beneath the Sky
two roads diverge
just the path and I

© 2014 Mr.Boffin


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and I walk below the Moon
two buds playing, Stravinsky's Nightingale.
(The sweetest song is in the forest.
A golden slipper around his neck.
The Emperor dying, nightingale singing;
Death is moved, and each night singing…)

A really whimsical internal fantasy of a piece. Captivating really.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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Added on April 17, 2014
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Mr.Boffin
Mr.Boffin

North Bay, Ontario, Canada



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