Motions of a Final Day

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Motions of a Final Day

I awoke this morning to crocodile tears
And butterfly blues.
Lost my way in a maze of smoke
That refused to let me through.

Got caught up in a meteor shower
Scrubbed clean by the cosmos' powers.
Dressed in dandelion dreams
That became the most beautiful flowers.

Walked into the world feeling,
Brand new.
Got into my vehicle
To change your views.

Broke the speed limit
To many spare thoughts per minute.
Tried to focus on the daily grind
Find enough intellectual grain to grow.

Consulted my peers
In desperate need to feel the ocean.
Respected my boss
In our world, such a noble notion.

Completed my day
With a final stitch in time.
Found harmony in traffic
Each car horn began to rhyme.

Walked up my steps
Looked back to where I'd been.
Crossed a threshold
To so where I begin.

Consulted my family
Who lives in the tree.
Consulted my friends
Who lived in me.

Got ready for bed
The sprint to my dreams.
The sleep of the dead
So easy it seems.

Lay me now down to my sleep
And trust my story, you now to keep.
If I should die, I shall not wake
And no more motions shall I be forced to make

I awoke this morning to crocodile tears
And butterfly blues.
Lost my way in a maze of smoke
That refused to let me through.

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ginga commented on Motions of a Final Day

07-22-2009

heartspill, Amazing amazing poem, quite perfect indeed. and I agree with dahlusion on your talent. Ginga

Reallady65 commented on Motions of a Final Day

05-30-2009

I liked it. It is passionate about our daily routines. This poem has some deep concepts living as well as going through the motions and emotions associated with it.

dahlusion commented on Motions of a Final Day

03-28-2009

This is surrealism at its finest hour —— imaginative, colorful, real, and poetically expressive.

MyWordsSpoken commented on Motions of a Final Day

03-23-2009

loved it

DeepEclipse commented on Motions of a Final Day

03-20-2009

Man this poem is everywhere. Your mind just set adrift on this one. The only thing I would say is on the 4th stanza, the rhyme kinda threw me off. I was expecting something to rhyme with minute? Reguardless I applaud the imagination in this piece.

Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

heartspillsover’s Poems (16)

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Dead Dreams 4
Hallucinogen Honey 2
Night Terrors 5
Motions of a Final Day 7
Death 4
Becoming New 3
My Shadow 4
New 0
Momma's Lullaby Song 2
All For Me 0
Forgotten 1
A Series of Shorts to a Friend 0
Internal Blue Wind 2
Without Changing 4
Beautiful Day 1
Do you wait for me? 1