I have been assaulted by my muse in the last weeks.It has made me write much more than I usually write, ( almost a poem a day) and about some pretty heavy topics, both world relevant and personal. After my last post, “Her Name Was Noor” I felt emotionally drained and physically too ( fished a cold out of the air) and I said to a few of my friends, that I was kicking that “slave-driving muse” in the butt and taking the weekend off from writing. I accepted any invitation anyone wanted to extend yesterday, to explore, or dance, or enjoy an art opening. To make a long story short, I wound up at a sim that has a build entitled “Delicatessen Petrified” creators, CapCat Ragu and Meilo Minotaur… bizarre name for an equally bizarre place. I walked around and found a very amazing ball and sat on it..that was the end of my vacation, as my muse woke up in mid-flight and made me take about 80 pictures, most of them off-centered as I was in motion. The final product is below and I invite you to play it and just know that I really have very little idea how to put a poem up well on frames, but know I have worked almost 20 hours and I don’t think it can get much better, at least not in my hands. I share with you now Silver Boots Take Me Away. Enjoy
Here is the written out poem if you had a little trouble catching the words as they flew by
Silver Boots Take Me Away
If I could be free of all the misery
and put on my magic silver boots and fly,
and twist and dive until I drop into the ocean,
I perhaps could bear the world’s sadness that fills my eyes.
Up here the air is cool and I am almost weightless,
no burdens heavy on my back or mind,
I surrender to the pull of wind and gravity,
and say a silent prayer for humankind.
My creator made me a poet, so he didn’t add the brake.
Which makes me always slipping down inside of things,
If I don’t take some breaths of purity from clouds and open skies
I might roll into that crevasse carved by all that Life does bring
Roll me over air and sea, and bathe me in your peace
Let all the tears I’ve cried this week be dried
Charge up my mundane batteries, prepare me for new scenes
I know I am too sensitive to watch them all …I’ve tried
Silver Boots fly me away, to know and feel too much is like an ache
I dream of better worlds that neither you nor I will see.
Our Mother clock and all of us are winding slowly down,
Just one more glide on airborne tides… here comes reality.
April 3, 2011
Delicatessen- Petrified, Porto, SL