The dreams of man are nothing
to the reality of days.
Words on paper and dreams in head are the only flight,
the only flight.
The soul stretches the flesh,
the more it reaches upwards
the more it rebels of gravity.
pulling away and pushing against
Unhurried, weighted, layered realization.
That pulling away and pushing against
is the only flight,
the only flight.
soul pulling away and flesh pushing against
The dreams of man are nothing
nothing, but
a hope a song a prayer a whim a love.
a love.
A case by case by moment to moment action. A love.
Insubstantial in the reality of days.
The ambitions of man are nothing,
mean nothing on earth.
The ambition of men are nothing outside of dreams,
outside of words on paper and dreams in head.
-chelsea stock 23
something in your typed words sparked inspiration, made me think, sis in law. hope its okay.
8 comments:
chelsea.
seriously so good. so, so good. you really are a brilliant poet. this is by far my favorite thing i've read in a long time. love it.
love you.
holy wow.. not many people can sculpt the english language to sound like that. beautiful.
spencer and i were discussing what makes your poetry so great. we decided it was because they have their own unique rhythm and not your typical rhyming scheme. you give the words their own personality. and that is what makes you a poet. we really think you are amazing.
wow. blush. thank you. so much.
ah, chelsea. how did you know? i've been thinking a lot about dreams this week and their validity, and this was just the thing to read.
brilliant. seriously.
when i read the words they sound like lyrics to a song in my head. your poems make me want to pick up my pen and write again. thanks for sharing.
So lovely. If I tried to write poetry, I'm sure it would sound cheesy. I'm impressed; I love this.
guys... thank you. talk about a boost.
diana... write.. and post it. I wanna read.
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