reality does not exist
in the mirror

I bit open a lie and it tasted like you.

Do you know the world unseen?
The one that every human being
Takes for granted every day
As they go about their work or play

For I speak of things like morning mist
The flower in the breeze that twists
The way some clouds evaporate
Or that flake of rust on the old front gate
The struggling mum who needs a rest
The logo on her child’s vest
The smile that means “I noticed you”
A kiss that’s meant for no one’s view

For all these things are here to see
Yet focussed minds just cannot be
Sensitive to all that’s there
For overload would bring to bear
Such cacophony of life’s rich vein
That most just choose to see the same.

The exceptions, friends, are me and you
Who take the time, like poets do.


RD©2014

there are worse dreams than nightmares. you know those dreams where you wake up and you're a little off center and uneasy for the rest of the day. where the dream follows you around, but it's very subtle. hiding behind corners and behind peoples' faces. it could be a word that triggers you into remembering it. and it makes you sick, but you don't know why. it's like something was stolen. something small and insignificant and you could easily live without it, but you miss it nonetheless. these dreams terrify me more than any nightmare could.

What are we
Where do we stand
Is there a we?
Or is it just you, is it just me
Living symbiotically.