“I am thy fool in the morning, Thou art my slave in the night.”Paul Dunbar, ~ The Paradox
Trapped in vast cosmotic realms,
Lost in witty senseless,
Here again, we go over and about:
Building paper castles, feeding crows,
And rowing ships still ashore.
When will you let me rest
At peace without a break?
Is it too much for tired lids to ask?
Fabled in fantasy, spelled with miraging visions,
Strained beyond blue horizons past my shadows:
Desperate to see tomorrow coming.
But who cares? This life’s flower withers.
Why busy with these empty ponderings;
All beyond endless wonder.
How you lure me to slip into your cozy lies;
Tangled, twisted, outside time:
Every passing awakening smarks my face.
Can’t your balloon now just set sail
So that we fly knaught, to not so deluded heights?
Why keep me day dreaming!
In response to Poets Pub Poetics: Beyond Meaning or The Resolution of Opposites.
For this prompt, Laura gave us choices. I have chosen lines from Paul Dunbar; tried to follow his thoughts and wrote a poem therein.