10 minute stream of consciousness
Like a mist
it closes around me
I gasp for air
panic rises
in my throat
run
run fast
get away
before it surrounds
twinkle, twinkle
went the stars
and the sounds bombard
my brain
runs
to the corner
of my existence
hiding from reality they say
whoever THEY are
those around
profess to know
what’s best for me
yet no one
realizes
that only I know.
Like the floating
monstrous mass
in a dream
40 years ago
it gets closer,
closer still.
Then,
like the promises
it vanishes
in thin air.
I see my ceramic dog
in an exhibit
so many years ago
yet no one
not one person
held it with regard
to encourage me
yet here i am
50 years later
still the only one
holding that stupid
ceramic dog with
any regard
Back and forth
my thoughts go.
like broken fragments
of shattered glass
floating around
to and fro
up and down
like a seesaw.
Twinkle, twinkle
little stars.
Where art thou?
Flying thru the air
with the greatest of ease?
There goes the white
rabbit, rabbit, rabbit,
the ceramic dog close behind.
What time is it?
It’s time for lunch.
But where is my starry night?
The leaves have fallen.
The birds are gone.
The cold is here.
thesnakeandiandthebutterfly 
Feeling the Winter a bit too much, eh?
I like this, but I like the little illustration more.
Yup, I’m pretty much fed up with winter. My joints aren’t handling it. Plus, I really have to fight the depression.
The drawing is a section of a fifteen foot ‘life of pam’ scroll. I used a marker attached to a three foot dowel to draw with and it was done on butcher paper. I have a huge roll of it. I was thinking of continuing drawing on it but also thinking of just cutting it into sections. The whole thing is four feet wide and probably fifty feet long. It’s way too cumbersome for me to carry around anymore.
Got rather out-of-hand, eh? LOL
I remember reading about the scroll from your other blog. It’s nice to see a little of it here. I’m also fed up with winter, BUT I hear we are 3/100 of an inch from our second most snowy winter ever, so I kind of want to get one more flurry to move this year into second place. Stupid of me, huh?
So is a photo of the ceramic dog located somewhere at your site?
Yes, it sure did get out of hand dW.
Deb, I’m going to have to photograph it. Not sure why I never have. It’s really rather cute.
Sounds like some of the dreams I was having lately 😀
LOL, I better not even get started on my dreams.
vis a vis the poem. very sympathetic to these lines curling like smoke rising from a dying campfire.