I see it in her eyes
behind projected cloud-free skies
a storm she adeptly hides
where her real self abides
A place without roof or floor
beyond any window or door
where sunlight’s golden gleam
is not hidden by structure beam
I see it in his eyes
he does not realize
nor care for what’s beyond the cloud
happy in his hollow shroud
Of attainable worthless goals
given in fictitious roles
fulfilling any whimsy or wish
a delightful glucose dish
I see it in my eyes
I long for cloudless skies
where no storms abide
only countless pleasures reside
Where I do not need to be
constrained by the reality
of glass ceilings and halls
barricaded with translucent walls
~
NM
03/30/18
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
I see it in her eyes
behind projected cloud-free skies
a storm she adeptly hides
where her real self abides
A place without roof or floor
beyond any window or door
where sunlight’s golden gleam
is not hidden by structure beam
I see it in his eyes
he does not realize
nor care for what’s beyond the cloud
happy in his hollow shroud
Of attainable worthless goals
given in fictitious roles
fulfilling any whimsy or wish
a delightful glucose dish
I see it in my eyes
I long for cloudless skies
where no storms abide
only countless pleasures reside
Where I do not need to be
constrained by the reality
of glass ceilings and halls
barricaded with translucent walls
~
NM
03/30/18
*inspired by the movie Ready Player One
presented as part of a Dawkins’-meme based poetrycollection at the 2019 “Trash Talkin’” literary Conference at the University of Regina, in Regina, SK, Canada
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