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
Sometimes reality does keep us from finding rest. I'd guess that we can't hibernate for too long.
ReplyDeleteToo much of the ostrich thing is not good...
ReplyDeletesometimes fantasy is better than reality..sleeping brings rest..
ReplyDeleteCame to your site for the first time and I loved this poem. So beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteSuperb.
ReplyDeleteThe last lines are just too good :-)
ReplyDeleteLoved it. You have a way with words.
ReplyDelete//I hibernate to escape reality.But how long?// Lovely. :) \m/
Your first stanza applies to all writers, I think :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lines. All of them! :)
ReplyDelete"I weave dreams,
dreams to cover the nakedness,
of reality."
Well said!
Keep writing!
ReplyDeleteerosion
Very nice :)
ReplyDeleteNice composition!
ReplyDeleteCocoon of fantasy to escape reality!! Profound!
ReplyDeletei love that cocoon image...gestating for a beautiful birth...
ReplyDeleteSo tempting just to float in that vat of briny and never emerge ....
ReplyDeleteIt 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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