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Idle Thoughts With a View

Idle thoughts have me replaying the cry of an owl I heard last night when half asleep and swear it flew a silent course through the center of a dream and then, this morning, I had myself picking a splotch of sunlight from a leaf to hold in my hand before it flew away on a sudden gust of wind. Then, off I went to break a sagging spiders web hung with beads of dew and stretched across my path, a sticky wet cling of thread finally letting go to set my morning free. One day, I fear, I shall fold myself up and let my idle thoughts metamorphose into me, taking a room with a view on the second floor of my poetry.

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Di11y Da11y

Date: 4/19/2023 6:51:00 AM

I fear I'm not quite clever enough for this one but I do love the images played out, particularly the dream like qualities of the picking of the splotch of sunlight that flies away and immersive imagery around the spiders web. So vivid I felt I was there awaking from a dream. I couldn't hook on to last 5 lines though - unless that describes when you stop writing poetry.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 4/19/2023 1:37:00 PM

I'm there! Get it. You move in and live there and that's the reality and everything else falls away.

Di11y Da11y
Date: 4/19/2023 1:34:00 PM

Well, that clears that one up :) :) :) :) :) I'll ponder that a while and see whether I can push through this intellectual barrier and emerge triumphant :D

Paul Willason
Date: 4/19/2023 1:21:00 PM

Thanks D for your comments, appreciated. The last 5 lines are a bit of a mind play between speaker ( only exists in poem ) and the self ( independent of poem ) and their juxtaposition. Imaginative jump into the proposition of living inside the poem itself.