Lady Labyrinth Poet Free verse

The Sleeping Man At the Picnic

"The Sleeping Man at the Picnic"



What dreams this man has
to escape a world 
where his humanity
is a contagion 
soldier ants swagger 
holding gangster guns
he’s counting numbers
to avoid the dream
of the one he 
shares with 
the innocence 
of children

Outside the turmoil
we are a pin prick 
of light in the 
eye of God’s needle

Inside us 
the threads of 
a road to an 
interior universe
so much vaster 
unexplored

Our lives 
are optical 
illusions

We are 
all sleeping 
at the Picnic

Lost 
in the purpose of dreaming

Searching 
for the rhetoric in meaning

(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)

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Lady Labyrinth October 30, 2022 at 6:36 PM “Powers of Ten” https://youtu.be/Ww4gYNrOkkg

Lady Labyrinth May 25, 2021 at 4:17 AM What next? An interesting conversation. X Factor Winner Reveals World's Secret Religion - by Altiyan Childs Lady Labyrinth May 25, 2021 at 4:17 AM https://youtu.be/7Eeo-82Eac8

Robert Lindley May 24, 2021 at 7:40 PM Which means either my dreams are crazy- or else I am... hmmmm. Flip a coin or else kiss a toad.... Robert Lindley May 24, 2021 at 7:41 PM a fav. the picnic is the dream methinks....

Robert Lindley May 24, 2021 at 7:39 PM time is the curse, humanity the disease- dying tis the worse- which way up, thank you please.. Alice broke the glass slipper, Madhatter ate the spoons. My friend, life is a pale glimpse through the looking glass it so oft seems. Oft my dreams send me verses, and I wake to acknowledge that gift.

Robert Lindley May 24, 2021 at 7:33 PM I fear that now I want to sleep more. To swim in dreams that take me further away than what this existence can even imagine. To a poetic paradise where music and poetry dance the sun up and fill the sky with raining joy. And the heavens reach to touch every soul- to say- peace be upon you. And it was so nice-until the damn alarm clock went off...

Lady Labyrinth May 26, 2020 at 3:26 PM "I stopped thinking, therefore I no longer Am". Lady Labyrinth May 26, 2020 at 3:26 PM https://www.msn.com/en-au/news/world/comment-what-is-man-if-he-ceases-to-think/ar-BB14C7bl

Arturo Michael May 26, 2020 at 9:47 AM You could be right...this could all be a dream...but then I get hungry... A lovely write as usual...All the best Leanne Lady Labyrinth May 26, 2020 at 2:44 PM Food for thought.....blindfolds off. Picnics are all well and good, but they are meant to be lovely affairs; most have been eating processed and contaminated on the blanket at ground level. When we realise Love is the power food, maybe chewing on Life will be more nourishing and wholesome. Lovely to see you pop your head in, so thank you for your comment.

Lady Labyrinth May 26, 2020 at 6:08 AM "For a moment, the Earth stood still. It came unexpectedly, and under different conditions than we wished for. Days turned to weeks and weeks into months. Our minds sat with old trauma to release it. Our hearts expanded. We were reminded that life was fleeting, and that we were, first and foremost .... souls."

Ts Poetry May 25, 2020 at 7:47 PM When we look at the universe as a whole we come to realise how small we really are in the grand scheme of things. "Inside us the threads of a road to an interior universe so much vaster unexplored" Ts Poetry May 25, 2020 at 9:24 PM I fear for the next generation and the next. Lady Labyrinth May 25, 2020 at 8:42 PM This is a response to your poem, It's a F'ckd Up World.