We often dreamt of astral travels
Walked through corridors of dreams
Danced a slow waltz in Austria
And the last tango in Paris
Graced a castle in Peru
Strolled at midnight through the Louvre
Wore the Crown Jewels to breakfast
Broke bread with Elvish Kings
Flew supersonic jets into the heavens
Swam and dove through nebulae
Tiptoed on active lava flows
Ran with cheetahs and gazelles
Talked for hours with Tesla and the Buddha
Sang with Bennie and the Jets
Spoke of world peace at the Final Summit
Soothed a teething Baby Grogu
Solved for peace here on Earth
Watered, housed, fed the masses
Created consciousness spontaneously
Found everyone their soulmate
Built Stonehenge, breathed stars into being
Birthed Rasputin, Cleopatra, Elvis, and Joan
Taught Nietzsche and Superman everything they know
Do you ever think it will be our time to rest
(Prompt: Pick the title of a book that you love, that title is now the title of the poem. That poem can be about the book directly, or indirectly, or it can use the title as a jumping off point, and be about something else entirely.)
You love Paris as I do, and I walked with you in all the amazing places and faces. Makes me want to read this book! Well done. Please, if you would, take a gander at mine.
Thank you, I’m glad it intrigued you! It all came from my brain, though, not the book.
The book Shantaram is great and very much worth the read, but completely unrelated to my poem. I love the title and used it as my title because it could mean anything, so I chose to free-write.:)
I loved this poem. It is magical. Like postcards from enchanted places. We have Shantaram in our library too.
Allison
Thank you so much, Allison! I loved writing this one and I think the lack of sleep helped at that point! I want to tweak a line or two, so if any lines didn’t work for you, I’d be curious and grateful to know which. 🙂
PS – I listened to the audio of Shantaram, read by Humphrey Bower, and he did an amazing job!
It all worked for me!
I listen to a lot of Audible books. My latest favorite is the Maid by Nita Prose. It’s a cozy mystery but so much more. It is very touching and wise.
thanks for the recommendation!
It was a surprise as a reader of Shantarum many many years ago. The book tasted like vinegar, your poem of sugar.
I think that’s the best compliment ever, thank you! 🙂