Na/GloPoWriMo Day 21’s challenge is to write a poem in a surrealistic manner.

Toying With Reality
by Michael Romani

From the north looking down on the spinning top
The world twirls around and may never find its stop
All the fine artists sit toying with reality
Confusing the metaphysical in all of its surreality
For things that matter that are beyond the tatters
Of all the things that most often do shatter

Symbolic reservoirs of dreams float up into the surface
Ordinary objects blend into the not of a knowing preface
Saying more in their silence than said in a million years
Life lived beneath the surface of a thousand veiled tears
A million lurid faces make up the main entree's silver dish
Where gold is sold in flowers, insects and Swedish Fish

Dark corners of our psyche offer sacrifice in earthly delight
As stars assemble in Hollywood but cannot illuminate the night
The blind man sees in the key of distant yet resonant harmony
While the joyous woman finds herself locked into her melancholy
Visually puzzled lawyers probe the vapid subconscious mind
Never getting ahead by looking constantly and steadily behind

Somewhere there's a where where the top shelf is lost in lights
Believing the truth is seen better wading through the nights
Darkness holds its colors and white is that which remains unseen
All of this madly comprehensible in a world of shadowed dreams
It all remains ambiguous in that shimmering of identity
But if you ask me what it means, I'm afraid it's all been lost on me

(c)  April 21, 2019  Michael Romani
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