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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

Date: 12/27/2020 3:48:00 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

Date: 6/10/2018 2:45:00 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
Date: 6/11/2018 1:24:00 PM

Your welcome

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 6/10/2018 7:15:00 PM

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

Freddie Robinson Jr.

Date: 5/16/2018 3:03:00 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
Date: 5/17/2018 12:48:00 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

Date: 5/4/2018 9:20:00 PM

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

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 5/4/2018 11:29:00 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

Date: 5/4/2018 3:43:00 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
Date: 5/4/2018 3:46:00 PM

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

Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
Date: 5/4/2018 9:20:00 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