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"MYST"


Under Anaesthesia 
the dream bleeds fast, 
it lasts forever, it’s over too quick
Some kind of fantasy, you meet those you missed
Terra Firma no longer exists
Floating with other beings 
Legends are embraced 
lovingly long time kissed
In the Bardo, the "Between" place
I'll wait for you
with those missed

I will wait for you
in the 
Myst



(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)

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Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

December 27, 2020 at 3:48 PM

A brush with Cancer. May 2018 through to Dec 2019. Of course it is all just black and over and done with in seconds (even if you are under for over an hour) - a person could be lost anywhere in the ether during that time, free falling, some don't make it back. Time is very short in our world, as it is long in some other dimensions.

Darlene De Beaulieu

June 10, 2018 at 2:45 PM

Hello Leanna, I like this poem. I find the mist to be errire. I picture someone walking in the field with no legs,when walking in the mist. Have a nice day my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu

June 11, 2018 at 1:24 PM

Your welcome

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

June 10, 2018 at 7:15 PM

blimey Darlene...and I thought my imagination was off the rails. That's fantastic. LOVE IT!! :)

Freddie Robinson Jr.

May 16, 2018 at 3:03 PM

Another skillful write, Leanne. Just had foot surgery, so I can relate to that foggy free-fall feeling. Mighty fine poetry, my dear friend. Love and smiles always.

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

May 17, 2018 at 12:48 PM

No good FR x. Rest easy, so you can boogey to all those Soul Train songs. Will venture in and look at your poems in a few days, on Sabbatical at present. Lots of Love, as always, your friend Leanne. x p.s. really, so not skillful, but thank you.

James Swartz

May 4, 2018 at 9:20 PM

Perfectly written Leanne. Anesthesia is the mental paralysis that feeds on dreams. This is great!

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

May 4, 2018 at 11:29 PM

I wonder where we really go when we are under Anaesthesia. I can't remember a bloody thing, yet I can remember my dreams. Like Arturo mentions below, it wasn't black for me though, it was blank...eyes open one second watching the activity in the room, the next second opening in another room. I was out for 2 hours, it felt like a second, the blink of an eye. All rather bizarre, but we must go somewhere under Anaesthesia... x

Arturo Michael

May 4, 2018 at 3:43 AM

I'd been under anesthesia three times in less than a month... it was just black until I came out... Nice interpretation ... very creative writing...

Arturo Michael

May 4, 2018 at 3:46 PM

I used your expression " Lovejoy" in my mother's day poem...

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton

May 4, 2018 at 9:20 AM

Sorry to hear that Arturo. Hope you are okay now. I can't remember a thing, but boy the after effects of the anaesthesia were pretty trippy. :) thanks for your kind comments, we're all creating something here, aren't we? x

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