Prompt for Hour Twenty-Two
Salvidor Dali
where is your paranoiac-critical mind
I need your method more than ever.
that state between sleep and consciences.
where abstractions grow like Van Gogh’s poplar trees.
Let me slip into your sleep-walking journey.
where reality fails to solidify.
and dreaming finds dimension.
just a few more hours of mental babbling on.
I am nearing the end of this daydreamer’s trail.
a road, never taken, to end well
and stretching, stretching beautifully,
In a grove of poet-trees.
Text Prompt
Write a poem to wake yourself up.
Two of my fav artists! You take the reader on a stroll through their masterpieces! Love this poem!!
I really like the sounds and shape this poem, they allow the dreamlike tonality your poem creates to reverberate in the ways your thoughts seem to flow in those final few hours of the marathon.
The alliterative and repetitive sounds were so well used in the poem to give the whole poem jarring moments like a sleeper jerking awake when they’ve fallen asleep at a desk writing poetry. =)
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Darren Syme Coremans (@dscoremans)
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Love this … especially the lines ‘Let me slip into your sleep-walking journey where reality fails to solidify’.