Reality

Each cobalt morning I awake
yawning the very birth light
of this furious dying star.

The liquid shudders, shakes,
sliding in perpetual circles
revealing a verdant patchwork.

Billowing milky white mountains
scatter giant marbles, rolling across
this bubbling cauldron surface.

colourless noise rises in rings
cluttering a mythical atmosphere
with a dirty laundry of smog.

Gold and barter are swallowed
vacuum packed in a terabyte
red lights glow in standby night.

Toxic plumes form in mushroom clouds
divine obituaries written in invisible ink
quietly the warm ice still drips.

I close my eyelids seeking reprieve
peace from this brash figment of reality
and your smile welcomes me home.

Abi Baker © 09/08/2012

 

This poem was written in response to a prompt by my lovely friend Shan Ellis for a GRPG (Grass Roots Poetry Group) collaboration, you can see the full posting here: http://repressedsoul.wordpress.com/2012/08/17/grpg-reality-collaboratio/

 

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31 responses to “Reality

  1. Abi, I love this picture that you’ve painted with your words … because that’s how it unfolded as I read your poem: into the most vivid word-painting. Some wonderful imagery, in particular …

    ‘colourless noise rises in rings
    cluttering a mythical atmosphere
    with a dirty laundry of smog.’

    … all of which generate an air of incredible doom that, in order to survive/tolerate it, we brush it away as a figment of our reality. And the best/most positive way of doing that, of course, is when we walk into the smile of our significnt other, if we’re lucky enough to have one.

    • Peter,

      Thank you so much for such a lovely and well thought comment. Yes, it
      was a colourful creation of my observation of this chaos we call reality

      Thanks again 🙂

  2. Oh my, this is so rich and lush with imagery and emotion… these are my favorite lines
    “with a dirty laundry of smog.

    Gold and barter are swallowed
    vacuum packed in a terabyte
    red lights glow in standby night.”

    this is a poem to read again and again.

  3. great images….loved esp…swallowed
    vacuum packed in a terabyte
    red lights glow in standby night….nice on finding a pause of breath behind the closed eyelids before reality hits again..

  4. Lots of vivid imagery here. Something very chaotic and leaves me feeling a bit helpless…as I suppose we all are, really… Wonderfully written.

  5. Great lines…Toxic plumes form in mushroom clouds
    divine obituaries written in invisible ink
    quietly the warm ice still drips…great imagery throughout.

  6. What a great response to your friends challenge. you had some great lines in this as well. Like ” revealing a verdant patchwork” 🙂

  7. divine obituaries written in invisible ink…whew quite the intensity to the thoughts running in reality…glad you have that safe place to land in the end….

  8. Lovely writing as ever..I love the 1st stanza “Each cobalt morning I awake
    yawning the very birth light
    of this furious dying star.” ..fabulous 🙂

  9. Richly stellar. To me you made the sun come alive like Beethoven’s fifth symphony. I found the “dirty laundry of smog” very intriguing … the veil if you will between the stark reality and our view of it. 🙂

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