Realistic Fantasy, Or Fantastic Reality? Poem by Anne Rhitak

Realistic Fantasy, Or Fantastic Reality?

Rating: 4.6

I reach to grasp, my hands pass through.
The words evade, they are but smoke.
Thought has escaped, it is far gone,
My witless mind can work no more.

Past is slowly slipping away,
Future melts into the present.
I cannot know what this may mean
For reason wanes as does my mind.

Reality fades, disappears,
As fantasy takes brutal hold
Of weakened state, then recreates
The world which I will know no more.

Colors replace the sordid grays
That stood so long in des’prate hope
This day would come, to whisk away
The mind which held me prisoner.

Paola Vásquez 19 October 2008

really odd...i love it! ;)

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Viola Grey 20 October 2008

the title says it perfectly...the lines have been blurred between fantasy and reality...nice work

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Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 20 October 2008

Reality impregnates fantasy.........only if you could imagine for one.......nice writes Anne.

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Jason Taylor 20 October 2008

As fantasy takes brutal hold what a brilliant line that is.this is really good very poetic its a great write if i was you i would be very pleased with myself with this poem. the only thing personaly that am not to keen on is the title, no disrespect to you though.brilliant poem a 10 from me.

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Angelica Skye 20 October 2008

Very well written.good work.keep it up.

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Ency Bearis 18 December 2008

wonderful poem..a nice introspection write...10 Ency Bearis

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William Luo 25 October 2008

time doesnt stop, the world continue to change, but you can only be satisfied by a fantasy.. good or bad? we live life fearing death is why we continue to live. we live life seeking pleasure is what makes life worthwile to live in. if we were not to fear death and can create pleasure from a speck of imagination, no human will perish without a smile on their faces, but again no human would strive to stay alive

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G. Murdock 24 October 2008

this is a well writ poem and deserves consideration. I would crave the ability of coming as close to the goal as this poem. Let me add that poetry to me is the round-about method of self realization. We attempt in our despair to write a world that isn't there. And when we write this world to be we find a world that's kind of me.

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Caroline Weeks 21 October 2008

Wow! Awesome imagery. Very good stuff. Every line had a certain weight to it...very good.

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Both are true...profound, thanks for sharing

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