awareness
fascinated by soft rays of light,
a memory of a high breezy platform,
awareness of another world somewhere, somehow,
10/10/03
straight beams shooting through the trees…
saddened to have to pass them by
in favor of the morning’s schedule…
forsaking true, ethereal reality for
fabricated analysis of human perception.
I am here, letting the endless flow of words
enter my consciousness but escape my attention,
and I am longing for the roof outside.
a moment of happy freedom,
aware of the world just outside the protective walls.
a vision of a clear blue sky,
riddled with swift-moving clouds—
a summary of reality’s possibilities.
a feeling of effortless success,
the pure emotion apparent once
technical aspects—acquistion, repetition—are conquered.
translucent color begins to swirl in vast ribbons
from a row of black and white.
clears blue eyes and fills the body with
a unique, indescribable, undefinable soul.
a sense of a hidden dimension
beyond what we are able to see—
except in rare, beautiful glimpses—
leads my mind away from this mundane existance,
into constant, blissful distraction.
Once again, a poem with a "reality vs. fantasy" theme. On my way to my Liberal Studies discussion class (at early hour of 8:30), I noticed how the light was outstandingly beautiful through the trees. It was just misty enough that the shafts of light were straight and true... it was like something out of Lord of the Rings. Of course, I had to go to class, and could only admire this for a brief while. I wrote this poem in class, when my professor was going on about other students' theses (for a paper topic I hadn't chosen)... it put me in a (rare) good mood, which made the morning seem beautiful and alive, despite the awkward boundaries of class (ie humans analyzing humans and the world from a human perspective). I'm just fascinated with the idea that there is more out there... not necessarily a god or something, just a whole different world that is right around us, but we can't see it.