Chariot Me To A World Of Fantasy Poem by Valsa George

A well penned poem. Simply fantastic......10+++

Loved your fanciful thoughts, which culminate well into the concluding lines: 'Levitate me to a plane higher above the mundane And curl me in the folds of a dream like an invisible spirit'.

Absolutely flabbergasted by this poem that so beautifully and, rightly, poetically describes the situation of a poet when he is cerebrating about something. The clause " the sun never rises nor sets" is my favourite.

Reality is a tether where one is perennially tied So carry me to the fantasy world on the wings of poesy Where I can indulge in pleasant reveries all through A realm, a prosaic man might call one of idiocy....... fantasy world on the wings of poesy. wonderful. a very fine and descriptive graphic..... yes living in fantasy gives us a lot of joy especially for the poets. tony

Looking back, I've a doubt: does the phrase " the sun never sets nor rises" mean that there is no sun at all, or that the sun is immobile in the sky?

valsa, first, i've enjoyed this visit to your poems. on this one, for me, your use of the verbs chariot, in the title, and levitate, in the next-to-the-last line, are excellent. on fantasy, i think we all need to find escapes. for me, typically, it's reading crime fiction. on dreaming of a different/better world, you might like my poem " imagine me." hoping you're well in every way and thriving, glen

curl me in the folds of a dream like an invisible spirit - - - you are so gifted! ! it's lines like this that separates you from the average writer and from me who can only dream of having such a pen! ! ! 10++++++++++++ and onto my fav

There let poesy come to me in rainbow huesMy verse creating in me and others waves of delightLevitate me to a plane higher above the mundaneAnd curl me in the folds of a dream like an invisible spirit

I wish I were transported to a world of pure fantasy Where life is far removed from all harsh reality Where one can roam like a bodiless spirit, weightless Like a floating, drifting feather to escape all banality.......you wish to be transported to a fantasy world from harsh reality is fantastically revealed here in the beginning Stanza. Your perception is well articulated. Most beautiful poem.10

I think a fantasy world doesn't need a sun as the poet can very well imagine a light and write and sing....I too got the doubt like Vaibhav Simha first...then as I mused more on that I got the answer...as usual with rich poetic expression you shine in this poem too Valsa 10/10