To ponder why,
In deep dismay
To Daydreaming in the stream of consciousness
Mixed in mind and heart desires
That detaches from current task and test,
Don’t quit your daydream
Trance aid fantasy
Intervision encapsulates me
Hallucination musing
Don’t quit your daydream
Imagining inattention gathers
Inattentiveness woolgathering preoccupation
Don’t quit your daydream
Emotional brooding
Obliviousness engrossment
absentmindedness Self-absorption
absence of mind
staring into space
abstraction
Don’t quit your daydream
lack of concentration lack of application
figment of the imagination
unrealizable dream Home is castle in the air
Wishful thinking fond hopes Self-absorption
Wishing upon…
Whatever it is Don’t quit your daydream
11/22/2022
For Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Adrift within the silence
of emotive reflection,
leads to a moment of
absentmindedness,
tip of his tired tongue
sentimentally sighs her name.
Sudden state of sadness overcomes him -
reality hurts, for his shadow is a reminder
of empty dreams - a timelss void.
Somber spirits self deprecate,
questioning and wondering -
if there is a lost and found in heaven?
His soul battles between smiling and crying.
He knows even the most stunning sunrise,
could not justify her elegance.
Once again his healing heart weeps -
removing his brave face,
revealing his jaded eyes,
because he is not OK
and it seems, maybe,
he is meant to feel this way,
as nothing has really changed.
Silent One
Simple Musing
29 December 2018
How long have I been searching?
I fear I will never find
what I have been looking for
deep inside my mind.
I feel it there hiding
behind that golden door,
waiting for my return
and to mend what I have tore.
Absentmindedness has stained my consciousness,
creating turmoil at every obstacle I face,
destroying what I worked for,
while silently putting you in it’s place.
I loathe what I have been searching for,
because it’s been gone for way to long.
I hope when I find what I’m searching for,
I can sing it’s free minded song.
how much has been burnt
the lips of the aalpanaa
by the heat of the blue letters
the absentmindedness
that can penetrate this flavour
gets hullo-cut
coming to the wedding-relation
do fly oh bird
yet you flow with faster steps
in the deep of the wave
with a long hanging bag on your shoulder
let more horse-carts be composed
for the clouds
let the gate adorned with a figure of lion
be immersed for some time more
in deep-meditation
he who is fallen from the wings of the deer
has a chest of 42 and a half inch
you should look it
coming how much nearer to the talisman
that serpentine lane and that tasty loose-hair
becomes totally blank
you should also see
reaching to what kissing-point
the glacier of the versification
can vanish
without leaving any trace