Soul of the Party

Murmurings in the undergrowth
Sunrays like laser beams
Cackles of kookaburra laughter

A world he had never seen.

 

How did he ever get here
Eyes rubbed, was it another wild dream?
A deluge of leaves from above.
A wild baboon with a scary grin.

 

All he remembered was the party,
wild , loud and laced with gin.
Where they stood in a circle around him
And coaxed him to begin.

 

He played on his guitar strings,
Played to the crowd’s every whim.
The last thing he remembered .
Was her face smiling at him.

 

Yet now this nightmarish morning.
or was the other night, a day dream?
Shaking his head , he lay down again.
And pondered if he should scream.

 

The soft leaves fell fast and more.
Covering his mortal wounds sore.
So this was the Heaven , he smiled
though seeming more like Hell’s uproar.

 

He found that he could float
over the lofty trees above.
Subtle transformation when the
tattered body was ditched by the soul.

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Reviews

[Zoey]

I love your poem. It really makes you feel like your in that persons shoes.

[Siddhartha]

Oh, you make the most the tragic of happenings come alive with your words. if such is death I would happily die. Brims with hope and happiness and love. Reminds me of the movie What Dreams May Come and I love this as much as I loved the movie.