luna(r)cy

Fireblossom at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads challenges us to write a new poem “looking through a distorted lens”…I think Alice in Wonderland stuff of dreams or Salvador Dali surrealism.  

 

moon is a balloon

i swallow her whole;

now rise from ground,

suffocating in choked

screams at dream demon

until i, balloon-shaped,

reach sharp tree twig–

spring a leak, go hissing

hysterically thru galaxies,

finally flop limp to earth,

flattened and deflated.

searching for helium

… settle for valium.

 

 

4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. writerwannabe763
    Sep 26, 2017 @ 21:47:58

    Fun and ‘funny’ poem Lynn Diane

    Reply

  2. georgeplace2013
    Sep 26, 2017 @ 09:10:51

    wow, Lynn, that is powerful insight. My S-I-L was bipolar and that is how I image it must feel.

    Reply

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