Illusion
Just an illusion my friends all say
Those strange visions I see in the night,
The sparkly prickles invade my sight
I never see them during the day.
Sometimes these illusions become
True in the realities of time and space,
I find myself in another-worldly place
Marching to the beat of a distant drum.
Better I should keep what I see inside
Not so quickly share my odd illusions,
Lest I add to my friends’ confusions
Trapping them in the ebbing flowing ride.
FIRST PLACE WINNER
written September 9, 2021
especially for "'I' Contest New or Old" poetry contest
sponsored by Constance La France
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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