i don't know the difference between make believe and real, oGloriousOne... but i wrote this poem about it, circa 2001? no, earlier than that...... or it's about something else... beats me... i can't remember what any of my poems were about *smile*... but there's a little story that goes with this. It has to do with my daughter, now 11, who was about 7 at the time and her friend who was a year older. I told them that if they took the maple leaf and tore it in half and made a wish and truly BELIEVED the wish would come true, it WOULD... And so they did. But guess what? They thought the maple leaves were called "Make Believes".... heh... Thus the inspiration. "And so it goes"- Kurt Vonnegut... So, without further ado, here's the darn poem.... whatever it means, it means and if you truly BELIEVE it means something to you, then it does and if it doesn't, if you MAKE belive it does, it would honor me and humor me
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make believes
i'm swimming
in the words now
and i don't know how long
i've been here,
smooth dreaming
in the exotic space
of groves,
anaesthetized
by how my soul
jackknifed into
my nature,
whole,
my goal
simply to arrive
blanketed by
the embrace of now
since that's all there
really is, you know,
that's all there really is,
and so
i watch the elms
make
make believes
and maple leaves
turn up,
awaiting rain,
and i run barefoot
on the gravel
once again.
funny where the mind goes
in its travel
knowing yet
not knowing
where it's been.
.....eradicate my fortune,
.....steal my guilt and loss,
.....overcast my doubts with dawn,
.....glaze my lips with gloss.
.....let me speak of make believes,
.....maple leaves to wish,
.....warm my soul without control,
.....in an off'ring dish.
i'm darting in between the trees,
a butterfly, wings snatched,
the catch
a putting down
inside an album stored,
a later date of fate, perhaps,
since time can't be ignored.
.....the smell of pride
.....has lenses wide
.....in zoomed photography,
.....now framed and named
.....like light which plays
.....analysis of me
don't lecture me.
there's nothing new in nature.
squirrels still search
for acorns to adorn
their nests
and tests
of time
bring love still
to my breast.
there's nothing new.
i'm still the rapture
of my blue.
.....up in the trees
.....there are make believes,
.....and maple leaves, my hopes.
.....so sticky in the truths i know
.....of dreams which slide on slopes.
.....i'm swimming in the wording now,
.....i'm floating on wish
.....i study me
.....and all i see
.....upon a petri dish