Chris Boskovski Poet Haibun

Surreal Nature

I close my eyes,
and I fall into a dream,
of surrealism.

I awake in a garden
filled with lilacs and roses,
trees tall and full of life,
Nightingales soar high
flapping their wings
and singing their songs of love.

I awaken in a dream
of surrealism and love,
nature surrounds me,
green roots tangle my feet
I fall into quicksand and slowly sink.

I awake and look out my windowpane,
as the evening rain washes away nightmares
the rain tapes at my windowpane.

I slowly close my eyes,
and dream again of beauty and harmony,
of what nature has to offer me!



-9/18/2013-

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Shirley Candy September 21, 2013 at 4:47 AM I love the imagery you created within this poem, Chris. This, my friend, is beauty..! :) enjoyed every word of your poem. Thank you for visiting mine. And of course for your warm offering of friendship...really appreciate it.. *hug*

Wayne Hill September 20, 2013 at 9:03 PM Chris.....this poem is wonderful....great descriptive qualities you put into this riveting piece. Chris Boskovski September 20, 2013 at 9:52 PM Thank you Wayne, I appriciate you reading my poem, I don't believe I ever read any of your own work, so I go now and read! Thank you Wayne, feel free to read more poems, I would appriciate it!