Blue Silks

Under a giant reflective big top,

I was a performer on silks,

twisting my body expertly through

the water. 

In a lucid dream, I was

able to twirl in a weightless 
atmosphere, completely
in control. 
With precise shots of
movements the ribbons contorted
to my leisure. 
I spun around further in
the tangled mess until 
the silks grew taut. 
I could hear the low hum of the
lively ocean, like an audience 
roaring, but I, the acrobat, 
was too preoccupied to receive
such a warm applause,
as I weaved myself into a
knot.
Contorted.
Strangled.
Snapped.
The silks grew limp as
my body was sucked
deeper into the
tangled mess of
the harsh current.  

Author's Note

If you don't know what acrobatic exercise I am referring to in this, you can check out this video: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QyyxqEXYOuw&feature=fvwrel to get an idea.

Reviews

[RyanRey]

Very good descriptions. The blue silks as water offers a certain grace to the first part of the poem and then the " Contorted. Strangled. Snapped," gives it a very good, and interesting, transition into your body being sucked deeper into the " tangled mess of the harsh current." Great job..

[Tim Schultz]

I relate this to loosing control of something in yourself. In lucid dreams, you can control every aspect of the dream, but you either lost control or purposefully got caught up in the current; you wanted to be happy about something in life, but you ultimately came to be caught up in it and it caused your destruction.

That's what I got out of it, whether or not it is what you meant I do not know.

I absolutely loved it.

[Philip Smith]

Very nice I felt I was drowning in the way you described it. I look forward to reading more.