Salvador Dali Made Me Think It - Poem by Courtney Redmond
Sweet windows of Imagination
Dream upon wisdom
For surrealism is the key.
As my mind wanders the page
I wonder how statues of men and women stand so tall
When the world falls,
Or if life is truly life
Unless we follow standards of others.
Imagination I say
With checkerboard floors that beam lasers into the weary eyes.
But the wild savages as we call them
Know what to do
They know the land
They know man is help responsible for their crimes
But where I might ask
Does a woman reside
Women are woven material
All perfected by the creator
Men have no say in what creates beauty
Darwin sat there and tried to categorizing beauty
But if beauty is so hard to see then stop looking for it
Because you won’t find it as you watch women grow
From daughters to a mothers
As they wipe away the pain and sorrow into the lake of forever use.
The art forms pictures,
But when the art of real life turns to fiction
What ideas will other genres have?
We have the capability to spread the ideas around
But they are taken by others who point fingers at one another
Even if, there is no one to blame.
Let’s just forgive each other of our crimes
The crime of thinking beyond
As volcanoes explode in our brains
Unless they lie dormant for years of nothing to do,
But sit and stare.
Though are mind deteriorates, our body grows
Finding our stature in life as our fingers find the egg of life
But as it drops
The answer to all life’s problems cracks upon us.
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