Ideas, Ideals and Delusions
I have some notions of nothingness
I have some ideals of illusions
Into the abyss then with these thoughts
My ideas, ideals and delusions.
I can sweep away those cob-webbed dreams
Wipe clean every troublesome image
But nothing, nothing ever again
Can help me really turn the page
There are persistant and resistant matters
That will come back like a boomerang
Like a half-latched door in a tempest
That will continue to maddeningly bang
Away then and into the vast starry night
I will somehow continue to live;
My ideals of illusions, my dreams of delusions
Can also help to make me survive.
Copyright: Rani Turton
4 comments:
Hi Rani, such a beautiful webpage. You really poetry, even your choice of color and flowers are very poetic.
It may interest you to know that I named my grandotir, Rani Marri and Rina Marri. Very queenly names, ha!
I enjoy reading and reciting poetry, but to pen one is too hard for me.
The abstractions in this poem with the apt imagery has certainly
conjured up a beautiful poetic vision that seemed to touch deeper.
And in the picture of the old house, the window seemed to hide the inexplicable , may be ‘the swept away ..cob-webbed dreams’.
Well done Rani, Keep up the good work.
i deff agree without the dreams that drive the day to day life quickly becomes very hard
I liked it. Thank you
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