Do you dream in colour? Asked softly.
Whispering upwards to the evening sky.
The gaze turned to me, staring intently –
And which language translates your mind’s eye?
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It caught me in the chest, this breathless star.
My soul painted a prismatic picture.
An abstract of an inner nebula.
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Away from the lock of outer stricture.
Gaudy and brash - a Warhol for the wall.
A Bansky balloon subversive but fun.
Welcome -
Respite from the monochrome of it all.
In night’s gentle gaze a touch of the sun.
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And in sleeping, waking dreams may it come.
Freedom from the nothing and the -
no one.
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Celia in Underland
Just a voice finding its echo. Teacher - reader- bystander -weird as a koala in The Arctic, but slowly learning to ditch the ecalptus and embrace the ice pop. #evolutionaryroad
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Comments (17)
Gorgeous, Celia. Absolutely breathtaking
This is beautiful. Your words are playful and deep, dark, and hopeful. Wow. I see why you chose it as the piece that represents you.
Stunning and just realised I had liked this but not commented then saw you had entered it into Identity. Fantastic stuff!
Beautifully written.
Love this one!! 🩵
I absolutely love the cover photo, it pairs so well with your poem. I especially loved this line, "My soul painted a prismatic picture. An abstract of an inner nebula." Great Work!!!
Briliant!!! Fabulously written & loved it!!!❤️❤️💕
Very well done! Thank you❤️
This is incredibly beautiful. Really well done.
Freedom from the nothing and the no one. That line hit me so hard. It's everything! Like whoaaa. I'm sorry but I don't have enough words to describe how I'm feeling and how magnificent your poem is but I loved it alot!
"I like dreaming, 'cause dreaming can make you mine...." I once sent this as a singing Valentine to a young lady I liked but didn't know well. As it was being sung to her in the campus center of the college, I realized it could be understood as having wet dreams involving the object of your affection. She looked seriously horrified.
This is a stunning poem 👌✨🤍🕊️🙏
Such dazzling beauty, I love what you do with this colorful prism of language.
What beautiful imagery, dreaming sounds so appealing, asleep or awake.
Whew to say I love this is an understatement. Can I read this on the podcast???
Calamitous and smashing revival of a once ancient writing style. The dreaming gaze is eldritch despite its attempt at peace, and this whole poem reeks havoc on the tenebrous mind! Unscrupulous people won’t understand the waking dreams, because they are nothing and no one. But with your description of the monochrome comes a foetor you can smell for miles and miles away. You should get a dictaphone and record your work by voice because it’s that good. Now go, run somewhere quiet where you can focus and write more before the miasma starts up again. Let no one cast aspirations on your work, do not be pejorative! This is a fantastic poem that feels like it’s from a cyclopean city under the sea. Thank you for writing your amazing piece and remember, Hail Mary!
I’m breathless and astounded at the depth you achieved. I read this so many times to feel the words inside of me. You touched me and thank you for that 🤍🫶