Another poem in the "Map" sequence. It doesn't seem to have any specific inspiration other than taking the cue from previous poems in the series and a vague hint of Salvador Dali with the rolled clock.
Map Of Time - 26 Apr 13
Unrolled
Ticking clock
A bell strikes an hour but
I lose count
Forgetting
Where we are
A face shines out an our but
Whose our?
Dawn
Conducts the choir
Chorus sings a medley
In random keys
Waking
Remembered that
Of all the times we see and share
Are any real?
Sun
Fingers of light walking
Across the shape of the day ~ into
Time’s map
Another touch of surrealism ~ one day I shall have to work on creating something totally surreal with the assistance of Muse.
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this isn't totally surreal? i don't have much experience with it to know.
ReplyDelete"A face shines out an our but
Whose our?" is quite intriguing.
"Dawn
Conducts the choir" is lovely imagery.
"Waking
Remembered that
Of all the times we see and share
Are any real?" makes me sad.
"Fingers of light walking
Across the shape of the day" is stunning!
i am REALLY loving this series, Ainsley!
Your comments are, as usual, really wonderful dani ♥
DeleteContemplating that we are all figments of our collective imagination then NOTHING is really real ~ but, isn't our imagination wonderful?
I'm hoping that there are more "Map" poems to come soon.