The Flash Of An Eyelid

Mr PyjamaMr Pyjama Posts: 253
edited October 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
And God blinked,
And the stars aligned, kissed,
And threw back their heads.
The orbit stopped - a brief hiccup.
With a slouching of the shoulders
The world shuffled forwards,
Wider eyed -
A step ahead of the game.
With pulsating urgency,
Electronic spontaneity.
Laced with grace,
Orchestrated with charm,
The buildings stooped,
Corners rounded,
The grounds softened,
And the people were in tune.

Harmony.

It was brief,
But we all felt It.

Machinery was sleeping,
The airwaves were breathing.
The streetlights flickered in rhythms
Creating the most beautiful shapes -
Dancing, guised as shadows
On the faces of nearby houses.
The sun was overlooking,
Calm…
It tip-toed closer,
And cart-wheeled through the streets,
And spun us by the arm until we were
Dizzy and stumbled into a lover's grasp.
And we laughed,
Raised our glasses,
And danced some more.

They were tricks of the light
(We all knew),
We'd gotten lucky
('A jolt in the system' - they said),
But we felt more real than
We'd ever been -
In the flash of an eyelid:
A symphony in secret,
A hopeless
Dream.
Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later...
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  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    nicely done
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."

    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • AlessianaAlessiana Posts: 329
    Mr Pyjama wrote:
    And God blinked,
    And the stars aligned, kissed,
    And threw back their heads.
    The orbit stopped - a brief hiccup.
    With a slouching of the shoulders
    The world shuffled forwards,
    Wider eyed -
    A step ahead of the game.
    With pulsating urgency,
    Electronic spontaneity.
    Laced with grace,
    Orchestrated with charm,
    The buildings stooped,
    Corners rounded,
    The grounds softened,
    And the people were in tune.

    Harmony.

    It was brief,
    But we all felt It.

    Machinery was sleeping,
    The airwaves were breathing.
    The streetlights flickered in rhythms
    Creating the most beautiful shapes -
    Dancing, guised as shadows
    On the faces of nearby houses.
    The sun was overlooking,
    Calm…
    It tip-toed closer,
    And cart-wheeled through the streets,
    And spun us by the arm until we were
    Dizzy and stumbled into a lover's grasp.
    And we laughed,
    Raised our glasses,
    And danced some more.

    They were tricks of the light
    (We all knew),
    We'd gotten lucky
    ('A jolt in the system' - they said),
    But we felt more real than
    We'd ever been -
    In the flash of an eyelid:
    A symphony in secret,
    A hopeless
    Dream.

    I love this so much and it's good to see you too!

    : )

    .
    ****

    Aless

    Tell them you love them. Never let the mundane, the unimportant, or worse, the misunderstood, be the final words of parting.

    Tell them.
  • Mr PyjamaMr Pyjama Posts: 253
    Alessiana wrote:
    I love this so much and it's good to see you too!

    : )

    .


    Hehe...i haven't posted in this account for yeeeears. I probably look like a whore now posting this piece in two forums, how embarassing *sigh*

    Take care, hopefully speak to you in more comfortable territory (RM forum) soon :)
    Situations get fucked up and turned around sooner or later...
  • AlessianaAlessiana Posts: 329
    Mr Pyjama wrote:
    Hehe...i haven't posted in this account for yeeeears. I probably look like a whore now posting this piece in two forums, how embarassing *sigh*

    Take care, hopefully speak to you in more comfortable territory (RM forum) soon :)

    I'm seriously missing it. Not to criticise, it's just a question of where a person is comfortable. I was comfy. I miss all the people too. Even the cranky ones and the anti-period brigade, to say nothing of the WTFs.

    ; )

    .
    ****

    Aless

    Tell them you love them. Never let the mundane, the unimportant, or worse, the misunderstood, be the final words of parting.

    Tell them.
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