This week I'm sharing a poem I wrote a few years ago which was published. It's still one of my favourites. I hope you enjoy reading:
Delving into Dali
Dare to delve into Dali,
where liquid clocks slide effortlessly to the floor
and conscious time slips out never-ending,
to mingle with the stuff of dreams, and more.
Where the real meets the unreal
in a dance that flows to an erotic beat.
Pianos melt into sexual undertones,
a tune that is heard, but not complete.
Dare to linger for a while longer,
as flowers appear where heads should be,
and everything is not what it seems,
or should be, or could be, maybe.
Where images shout, look at me.
I am different, I am new,
I'm not a dream, but the stuff of dreams,
to be understood, by just the few.