Dream days
Today I felt very inspired to write. I don't know why but ideas kept creeping up on me throughout the day. As I haven't done so in a while I thought I would share one of the poems I wrote today.
Enjoy!
Dream days - 12th June 2016 - 12:37pm
My head is never in the place you think it is
It is always attached to my shoulders
It is always on view when I leave the house
It doesn't roll away and down the street
Dodging cars and cyclists alike
It doesn't bowl over the pin people
Who walk in the middle of the street
Nor does it float off into the clouds
With the weightlessness of a helium balloon
Flying along until it catches in a tree
And then droops sadly over time
My head doesn't fall forward into books
With the nose diving first and the hair last
Leaving a headless body sat hunched
My head does none of these things
But it isn't where you think it is
My head is inside of itself
As I walk down the street I fall inside of myself
Getting from A to B with ease
But never really noticing the trees
Or the breeze or the birds or the people
It's conjuring up worlds
Or pretty words to write down later
Or stories about people who will never be written
Or conversations I wish would occur
My head is not where you think it is
Although you can see it
It can not see you
Enjoy!
Dream days - 12th June 2016 - 12:37pm
My head is never in the place you think it is
It is always attached to my shoulders
It is always on view when I leave the house
It doesn't roll away and down the street
Dodging cars and cyclists alike
It doesn't bowl over the pin people
Who walk in the middle of the street
Nor does it float off into the clouds
With the weightlessness of a helium balloon
Flying along until it catches in a tree
And then droops sadly over time
My head doesn't fall forward into books
With the nose diving first and the hair last
Leaving a headless body sat hunched
My head does none of these things
But it isn't where you think it is
My head is inside of itself
As I walk down the street I fall inside of myself
Getting from A to B with ease
But never really noticing the trees
Or the breeze or the birds or the people
It's conjuring up worlds
Or pretty words to write down later
Or stories about people who will never be written
Or conversations I wish would occur
My head is not where you think it is
Although you can see it
It can not see you
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