Sunday, 27 October 2013

cocoon of fantasy.




                Sleeping in the safe folds 
                of the cocoon of fantasy,
                      I weave dreams,
            dreams to cover the nakedness,
                            of reality.

                              Wake up,
                              Shake up,
                          scan the world.

                           Nay, I prefer
                     to close my eyes to
                       the blazing truth.

                       The harsh reality
                  withholds the dreams,
                         sleep eludes.

                              I hibernate
                        to escape reality.
                          but how long?

                                 For : magpietales

16 comments:

  1. Sometimes reality does keep us from finding rest. I'd guess that we can't hibernate for too long.

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  2. Too much of the ostrich thing is not good...

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  3. sometimes fantasy is better than reality..sleeping brings rest..

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  4. Came to your site for the first time and I loved this poem. So beautifully written!

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  5. The last lines are just too good :-)

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  6. Loved it. You have a way with words.
    //I hibernate to escape reality.But how long?// Lovely. :) \m/

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  7. Your first stanza applies to all writers, I think :)

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  8. Beautiful lines. All of them! :)
    "I weave dreams,
    dreams to cover the nakedness,
    of reality."
    Well said!

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  9. Cocoon of fantasy to escape reality!! Profound!

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  10. i love that cocoon image...gestating for a beautiful birth...

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  11. So tempting just to float in that vat of briny and never emerge ....

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  12. It would be so easy to sleep our lives away and avoid reality...but then we would miss our chance at living. Very poignant post. ♥

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