#poemoftheday: Dream friend; Hermits [2 ballads] (original)

robyneggs (66)in #poetry • 8 years ago

This is a long one, so let me introduce my daily post properly

Besides, it's always better with an antecedent...
[September 9th, 2016]
18 days...
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I hand drew this logo (eggs on toast) many years ago, and am happy to release it for the first time...

Today I feel spoiled. I was honored enough to be mentioned by @prufarchy for my poetry. Thank you for fulfilling my existence. :-) It brings me joy to share my work, and to have someone else appreciate it, as I'm sure you all feel the same way about your passions, too. So, for that I thank you. Cheers! The bear-child is off to his Dad's for the weekend, and I am enjoying my high cbd oil vape while posting this [In Oregon]. mmmmmmmmmm. It's the little things. If you haven't noticed, I'm into the little things. I like to savor the moment. I cherish these little things in life. They ground me. Taking a moment to stop, and recognize how great life is around me right now, is spiritual. Life demands it. It is a discipline to acknowledge "the little things".

As a child, I grew up very rural. We lived in the high desert, in a 100 mile-long valley, known as Surprise. Surprise, there's nothing there, lol. Except Burning Man, of course. My town was the last stop for gas, for 50 miles, before heading out into the Black Rock desert. Sometimes all I had were my dreams to keep me company. I was an only child until age 5 1/2, and even then, it took my little sister and brother years before they were old enough to give me a hard time! ;-) It felt like I was an only child, developmentally, anyways. And so, I had imaginary friends. And perhaps I can understand how a person would want to be a hermit...

And yes, I seem to have a common theme going on: thoughts. I stopped myself from posting my first choice, which is a poem called "Thoughts" (and is all about thoughts). But, as I glance over, I see that this poem opens on the idea as well. :D ;-) OMG, if I concentrate, this will be my 100th post, too!!! :D Okay, got distracted! ;-) 101rst...okay 102nd, lol

Dream Friend

[Original Poem by Robyn Eggs]

(Oh, and it could be a ballad, too)

Part I - The dream

All that is left are my thoughts
Locked and bound together
Forever entwined
That is, if you want them to be so
Swirling away like bubbles in the wind
And from the gutter your kind creeps
Thrusting black trees where you were spawned
The wind of this evening, cold like our hearts
All your defects along with the swollen purple
Of your body, which I hold now, is cold
I warm you; melt you like candy
Dreams of drowning recover...
Know me like no other-
When I am crying and weak
You will comfort me
You will complete me
The dream cries as we depart
Remember it with a smile
Lovely is the face I will remember
Never think unknown thoughts of me
Wake up to me, dream friend

Part II - The wake up

There you were last night
Abscure, peaceful
At least that is how you looked through the mirror
Through the mirror to the end of the bar
That is how you looked at me
Absconding, rivaled...
What I am feeling is relenting and so self-fulfilling-
So what if my poetry is mediocre
It applies

Part III - Becoming the dream

The universe is inside my throat
Drink me down
The sky is falling down my throat
Keep on calling
Forceps to hold my tongue
The damage will be undone
And soon I will fall down
Soon, I will become
What is there left to see, with our eyes, but mediocrity
What is perfect but the hypocrisy
The obscurity
The dream...

Part IV - Down the road

The night sky is at the end of my bottle
I can see it obscured by the glass
I am thinking of times past
Who was the one I loved?
Have they yet to be erased?
Can I forgive them?
Can I justify their case?
I do not think so, for that time has been erased
They walk along
I drift off in song
Down the road, we meet up
Why have I not thrown up
My mind is in the air
And I can hear the whispers of their hair
Sinful is the sound
Touching the ground, I bend over them

Part V - The obscurity

Is that my mind looking back at me?
Is this the other side of the looking lgass
Have I gone mad, or just sighed, at last?
A deep sigh
A placid view of what's outside
And a quiet lullaby
To theme the things gone by

Part VI - The howling and the moon

I will howl until the moon comes down
I can feel my skin burning tonight
The intense heat of the day
Has completely taken over me now
And I howl
Where have I been?
And where am I now?
Deep inside of me
There roars the sea
On and on, and on it roars
It roars like the smashing of oars
And as it pulls at my skin
I begin to sink again
My body heat intensifies
The moon goes down with my body
I am drifting away from the surface
As I drown in the howling and disgrace
I howled until the moon came down
They are never going to take that away
Take it out or away, that day
They will not take you away, my dead dream friend
@robyneggs

Yes, I would love it. If someone wants to illustrate this, just let me know :-O

Hermits

[Original Poem by Robyn Eggs]

(Oh, and it could be a ballad, too)
I am sore all over
My body can not handle
And joyous snowtops
Where I am a hermit
Smooth me out like
Unraveling a Russian carpet
Beautiful colors
Then the hermit sings
And by the sea
We will sit down to tea
The mountains
Where I am alone
My body can not handle it
Building clouds
And little work
Yet I am sore
Seashells of mountains
In the mists they rise
Down float clouds to
Collect the sea
And the hermits
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A picnic in the sky
Looking over the town
I will spread the blanket, up high
So I do not drown
In the sea of fake people
The clouds wash up
As we sit over the peopled lake
And here we will sup
Conversation up above
Talk of politics and and of bicycling
Talk of the weather, and of love
Our watermelon and thoughts mingling
Soon the clouds will calm down
And I will float back down, below
And hope the town
Of fake people will not know
@robyneggs