- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Mistaken Identity
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Click hereA dark bank of clouds comes in from the west,
Tourists scurry for cover and a drink,
They never told us it would rain! I guess
The chamber of commerce led them to think
This was indeed the world's most perfect place,
They brought money, fancy clothes, fantasies
Of catching some brass ring. But in their haste
To find perfection, they often leave the keys
To reality behind. The lonely,
Unnatural, artificial paradise,
The one these visitors see, is only
Just another sometimes hard, sometimes nice,
Place. But the lure of the exotic dream
Is hypnotic, the unknown reigns supreme.
- COMMENTS
JaneAustenalmost 16 years agoThis is as strong metaphorically as it is literally. There is no escaping reality, but it is nice to dream and to get away from it every now and again. There's always hope. Effective write!
LeBrozalmost 16 years agoPromoters of visions and visionaries are two distinct creatures that sometimes overlap with resulting confusion of who is whom. And then reality, as it is often wont to do, intrudes. The sonnet form can work wonders in the realm of light social commentary.
KOLKOREalmost 16 years agoFirst five lines in particular bring in fine humor and social observation combined.
