Lost Lures: A Disillusionment in Three Parts

Only three collage poems remain from my Moonbeam Dreams journal! Enjoy this one:


The world is full of magical places:
mist-veiled
sacred ground
caught between good and evil.
-
If I could retreat
and be alone
but not isolated
And be alone
without sacrificing,
I would.
-
I've lost the magic lure
of the kingdoms
of my imagination.

Ongoing

When it comes to your understanding of happiness,
where you want to be shapes your world.



Enjoy insomnia, traffic jams, and creativity
on the outskirts of the city.
The beautiful countryside is dark and cozy.



The destination is an ongoing record of that voyage.

Now start packing.


[Almost spring break time... Yay! This collage poem was well-timed; I have been posting my collage poems in order, and I did not plan for this happy cohesiveness. As an additional side note, my Moonbeam Dreams collage journal is winding down... Only a few more pages! Luckily, this year I've been working on another one, one I like even better, with a cohesive theme and sort-of storyline.]