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.
Sep 26, 2017 @ 21:47:58
Fun and ‘funny’ poem Lynn Diane
Sep 26, 2017 @ 21:58:05
Glad you liked it, Diane Lynn 🙂
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.
Sep 26, 2017 @ 09:13:37
Thanks for your comment, Debi!