Telephone strings

I've nursed this daydream

before, last Tuesday, perchance

                 or was it Wednesday?

 

This daybreaking dream where

I sneeze and the sky rattles

its scales, briefly giving away

the color of its second eyelid

 

before it settles like feathers

on poems in my fingerprint labyrinths.

 

I chase digital hawks and my legs

stretch thinner and taller until

I resemble a Salvador Dali

painting, minus the paint:

             I'm 99% flesh

             the rest is conversation

             between my heart and itself.

 

I wait for you to return

my call and tell me the spice

your middle name is flavored with

 

but then I trip on telephone strings

and my legs break off like unfinished sentences or

Author's Note

Sincere thank you to the left-handed for his prompt.

Reviews

[Melobldnfr]

Oh my gosh! I so like it. The last 2 stanzas are my favorite! "...the spice/your middle name is flavored with" and "...like unfinished sentences or" :-D Just terrific stuff!

[Hidden Happiness]

a beautiful poem that u have written once again...love the fourth stanza...good job!!:-).

[Pól]

Beautiful lyrical ballad, with a sublime ending. Favourite line ; "I sneeze and the sky rattles". I've had the very same dream, but never thought to capture it in writing.

[eglantine]

You should try to sometime

[Ken Simm.]

Given what we are given we could quite rightly complete this on our own. Given again your experience of course and your elegant way with.....

[eglantine]

thanks for reading :)

[Crazy Cat Man]

I love the ending. its very clever lol

but then I trip on telephone strings
and my legs break off like unfinished sentences or

lol awesome

[eglantine]

Thank you as alwasy :)

[afra]

excellent write ...well done

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

insert standard clever profundity extracted from this piece here: ____________________________________________________
well, I've perhaps exhausted my reservoir of profundity for the day. I just enjoy this piece for it's tornado of brilliance that chest high fived me like a God dressed as a drunk linebacker who decided to reward me for having such a clever costume. So Yeah I'm just a raisin on venus mumbling about fractal security breaches, trying to warn a clove about being handcuffed to the spine of the sky.

[eglantine]

everything you write is absolutely magnetic and slightly thistled

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

one day I'll figure out how to listen to jazz underwater. until then I'm gonna read your work

[Emily B]

a brilliant poem from a brilliant prompt