Reality

Reality

We know what reality is! 

but as we dance,

down the roads of hopes,

to creativity,

to answer life's phone call,

there is, there becomes, there arrives, 

a shimmering blur of silvered light,

the dawn 

the gestalt-ed moment

o my loved ones 

we can pretend our life away

reality in fact a play

[trying to describe the behaviour that wallpaper over the reality of our creativity]

how to describe the roles we know

‘there is nothing new here’

but we can invite words, words that illuminate a ballroom dance

and wake the sleepwalker 

even for a moment

12/11/19

Thomas Poe

TWH

Version b - I blanche as it almost sounds like advice, whereas I want the 'reader' to see (hear) the light on their own, to ascend perhaps, to truly stop the merry go round and understand the truth of our situation, terminal singular chance, to speak into being as Aslan once did , call me fashioned but I believe in truth, in colours bright and of children’s laughter - as pure as the first waters of the first spring,

gestalt; “a configuration or pattern of elements so unified as a whole that it cannot  be described merely as a sum of its parts.”