The Dream Of A Stick Man

The Dream Of A Stick Man

A Poem by sasha

The Dream Of A Stick Man

Once upon a time there was a room where a stick man lived


There was a door, a chair, a hat he made himself. At midnight


He loved to step out of the doorway jumping in the ocean of darkness,


Walking through another life, flying on a bird, flying with umbrella,


Falling his head long, turning in a circle into space, running like a cat.


And even getting stuck head down on a piece of brick and talking on mobile


To the echo. He frightened all the strangers of that peaceful and unknown realm


And only two of them were making passionate and wild love as if they were alone


In the whole world and their hearts left their bodies joining together in the dance


Of happiness astonishing a stick man that he didn't want to go home, again alone


© 2013 sasha

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Thank you, Jacob, for your words. It was very important for me to know..

Posted 7 Years Ago

a stick man is one dimensional...he wishes to jump through the doorway to 3D...many of us live one dimensional lives...we dream of jumping through that same doorway...of joining others in the dance of life...yet often we just stay in our own little rooms, maybe feeling just a bit too fragile to make the move to the other dimension...feeling if we try to we will break...

a really deep and thoughtful write...many dimensions to it.

Posted 7 Years Ago

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Added on September 13, 2013
Last Updated on September 13, 2013



Munich, city centre, Germany

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