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geometrical patterns flashing before my eyes
the rhombus, squares, triangles, all in beauty's disguise
bombarding the tacit senses of my tired brain
rearranging, changing, moving, all into the same
creating flowers, buildings and people, the fit and the lame
making flesh to the mesh, a pipework lattice of skeletonal frame
and you realise that all is not what it seems
is life the fabric and patchwork of all our dreams?
a realisation of the supreme being's schemes?
and just when you figure the motivation of the whole damned lot
the sequences alter and you completly lose the plot
Is love fair or the result of lust?
did the eyes move in the head of that stone bust?
do fairies exist in the pantomine of design?
or are they the products of a very damaged mind?
is there an afterlife?
or is it the dream of a very nagging wife?
the cosmos is not here, it is there
it may just be a projection of a damaged, dreaming, empty stare

Well done George!!

Although I see what Americans would call some "issues" (i.e. hang-ups, problems) with the ol' 'ball 'n' chain'. That's the second time it's popped up -- that I've seen anyway.
Of course, if it were deliberate that's OK; but not in harmony with your poem because it's showing something interfering; unresolved, and out-of-place with the theme. That's my insight for whatever it's worth to you. (Not much maybe, if I'm the wrong gender?)

~Makera

Makera, if the dreams are not dreams they may be the reality. The chains are the shakles of life that inhibit the exploration of the soul. Normality very often does not inspire to things greater but seeks to anchor.
Thanks for your welcome comments.............Georges

That's very true, George, but it's 'anchoring' your poems. Just when they're soaring along you remind us you are 'pissed off' at your wife! It's a downer - with a thump. (Very distracting from a fine work) Get it out of your system by doing one all about that "Panther in the Glove". You may find it cathartic.

~Makera

Oh, to soar like a kite
and look above the linear, blinkered, earthly view
to be neighbours with the birds and the chosen few
who regulate their perspectives from the air
and not to be hit by the missus, for falling asleep in the chair!!!!
Good Point, Makera
Georges

PS: What I should have explained is that you're fine with metaphors until
you get to "the wife"; it's suddenly too literal. There are a myriad of metaphors for that kind of 'bliss'. The fact that you don't use them points to what I said before.......

By George! I think he's got it!!
Bloody good; now yer cookin' with gas!! That was great!

A great blend of air and earth with humour, Georges !

George~
Just had an idea Have you heard, or heard of, "Under Milkwood" by Dylan Thomas? If not you need to treat yourself to a recording (it's a play for voices) you can listen to it anywhere. The poetic prose and humour in it are sublime. Preferably one with Richard Burton as the narrator (the best).Welsh accents make the humour so colourful, and authentic.

I couldn't help recalling lines from the hen-pecked husband bringing his wife's tea up the stairs, whilst daydreaming of all the things he'd like to do to her (hilarious). Then what he's 'planning' to say to her as she's nagging him on:- "Here's your arsenic tea dear, and your weedkiller biscuit; I've spat in the vases, I've throttled the parakeet, here's...(door creaks open)... your nice tea, dear."

I know you would enjoy it (maybe you already have) but it helps see the funny side of those 'anchors' in life. Plus a lot more.

~Makera

There are a great may things to stop us soaring in the air
and you come down with a bump, with a basilisk stare from one of Medusa's sisters.
God, i wish i used my shield to look at the apparition, i would not have turned to stone or the salt in the kitchen!!!!
Seriously, the anchors should anchor and not entangle the kite, even if they are wearing gloves.
Georges

George!!
You have been hiding your true talents all this time! You're a comic poet!!!


~Makera

Yes , Makera..............life is a comedy of errors
Georges

Makera and others
i have been a wee bit too hard on my wife, in my comedy of errors.
She is indeed an anchor to sanity!!!!
Apologies...............Georges

That's lovely to see you say that, Georges. I'm sure [even though she's not a Leonard fan ~ unless things have changed in that regard] she would appreciate knowing that you've said it [not that you should run and tell her, of course.....has she ever read any of your poems from here?]

Ciao George!

I admire your metaphor describing yourself as a kite flying away from the earth-bound mortals. A kite with an anchor!

Keep writing my friend.

Vesuvius