Surreal Truth Poem by Bonnie Shipman
Surreal Truth
Right past the mildewed art on the wall,
My heartbeats stain the downbeat of a mellow song
While the crickets catch laryngitis in this cold concrete fortress
And that dream you were telling me plays over and over
on the screen at the end of the hall
12/15/2012
Friday, December 21, 2012
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
When creativity seems lost, heartbeats will find a rhythm, when song seems lost, the dream of beautiful things remains, so creating never fully disappears.
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4/25/2024 12:12:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is really beautiful, very surreal. It doesn't completely make sense though- maybe sort out what you want to say in a poem before you publish it? This is thought-provoking though, thanks for sharing :)