Legacy Imagined

 

Staring towards God’s lair

The sky like my fireplace;

Cold, dark, empty…

I tilt my head: nothing changed,

Except my point of view.

I close my eyes; clarity becomes surreal,

The sky a glowing amber,

Psychological flames heat my mind

Causing it to rise…

Carried away on a hypnotic breeze.

I shout at the top of my lungs

So my thoughts can ride my vocal hopes

Like a magic carpet, till they become vapor trails.

I freefall; the ocean my safety net,

The tide my salvation,

The shoreline my savior.

My footprints in the sand

Become hot to the touch,

Each step sinking deeper

Till I find myself

Within a foreign basement;

The smell of roses permeates

This damp structure,

Somehow unsettling to my senses

My stomach tightens

Like a hangman’s noose.

A flicker, then a flash;

A spotlight then accents a table

With a game of poker in progress…

I’m compelled to join.

Five card draws the game;

E.A. Poe to my left,

The lizard king to my right…

All my cards; ace of spades

Still I win the hand;

A gust of wind,

I open my eyes…

The sky is blue

My face pale white.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

If I didn't know any better I'd say you had one hell of an lsd trip. Or was it acid, Mushrooms? Just a dream? Whatever it was, you explained it well and it seemed to go by pretty fast which shows how engrossed I was. To be sitting next to those guys would be somthing. Good job.

[Shellie]

This is stunning writing, the imagery is well laid out and the intense feeling of each and every part each word is so deeply felt. Its very very compelling and the amount of change you successfully mixed and fit together is amazing.

[emmajoy]

I've read this three times and each time there's something different as if you're asking the reader to look deeper .. maybe my imagination, maybe yours in the writing of it!

Drawn into another place, dreaming .. dreaming .. thinking .. seeing more than there is .. then gradually, slowly, coming to see things more clearly, down to earth. Does the game represent life or are you literally playing out your dreams or wanting to.

Your phrasing is just great in this .. wistful, spiralling: ' I freefall; the ocean my safety net, The tide my salvation, The shoreline my savior. '

[Enigmatic Amor]

Dreams can be so vivid, no need to make sense of them really. Just to feel them and know them as part of ourselves.

A very creative write. It pulled me in and made me want to read what came next immediately.

[Gary McDonald]

What a compelling write, every line adding another layer of intrigue.
This is stunning, simply stunning.

[Brokensoul]

Very beautiful metaphors and vivid imagery.Your words transport me another place another time.

But your reference to Poe is a little unclear to me. Nevertheless , I loved your piece.

[Lena M. P.]

What a spiritual and powerful write. Amazing imagery, a vivid trip through your vision and life philosophy. A mixture of realism and fantasy. Very well written.

[Fran Marie]

Carried away on a hypnotic breeze.
I shout at the top of my lungs
So my thoughts can ride my vocal hopes

this is nothing short of pure brilliance, awesome usage of descriptive words~
my fave lines above; indeed, soft dreamy verse so well expressed
especially ...thoughts riding vocal hopes~great stuff Dale!

[An Ordinary Woman]

A good poem Cowboy, much said here. It's lovely ... the sky, a fireplace. I like that.
I enjoyed the ending, too. Nice work!

[Bud]

"I tilt my head: nothing changed,
Except my point of view."

This has to be nothing but lines of Genius! Brilliant. Your Talent is never limited by any bounds or lines of rule. A Master's hand is never restricted. Excellent.

[Stacey Watts]

Wow what a dream this is a very well written piece. I enjoyed the way it flows. It seems like a very meaningful poem to you.