The notebook I fabricated
turned to speculation of
reality.
Sure, but still
not sure if dreams of
paintings
count as artistic
inventions or fantastic
illusions.
It's me: a shout
from internal
spaces.
Hush now. Back
to sleep. You
are---
I enjoyed how you were probing reality in this poem, and the idea of what counts, which could be extended to how much of our experience counts, or even how much we count to others. Thanks for sharing!
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Manual selection by @cliffagreen.
I really like the way you build a picture of the back and forth that happens with the internal dialogue.
Not an easy feat in a poem. Also, I like the imagery of:
not sure if dreams of
paintings count as artistic
inventions or fantastic
illusions.
I have these types of psychedelic dreams as well... and they swing between the inspiring and the downright confusing 😂
Gr8 poem hilbyguy
