Once upon a midnight dreary.. Technicolor way up while I lay dreaming became apparent just for the stepping on
Moving on an electric high without a sigh
into the unknown becoming my awakening
~In discovery~
Only pausing intermittently pursuant to any escalation in leveling new heights
of understanding is refraining foreboding stepping down any mid night dreary
(c) Signs pointing Up
10April2013
Vivian L Dawson
~Lady Vivian~
In fabulous colours of new heights you have
come upon a unique and dreamy discovery.
Lady Mary Ann
Reviewed by Rory Dall (Reader)
Reviewed on April 12, 2013
Sort of a poem within a poem, not many people find inspiration in an escalator, technicolor or not. Reminds me a bit of 1969 when everything was multicolored and mmulti-faceted.
Okay Vivian, this one is tough. You write it above the boundaries and I had a difficult time getting into its core. Still, I will try . . .
When we are feeling down and out and dreary the world looks gloomy and shaded, but there is always that moment when we suddenly discover the lights and are blinded by the truth of them. Euphoria consumes us as we understand how we can step down from our malaise. It is called survival . . .
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In fabulous colours of new heights you have
come upon a unique and dreamy discovery.
Lady Mary Ann
Always,
Deborah
Ron
Marvelous!
GOD BLESS AND LET THE INK FLOW...LOVE ANNA
budd
When we are feeling down and out and dreary the world looks gloomy and shaded, but there is always that moment when we suddenly discover the lights and are blinded by the truth of them. Euphoria consumes us as we understand how we can step down from our malaise. It is called survival . . .