Magaly at Poets and storytellers United invited us to write poetry or prose inspired by the following Neil Gaiman quote: “Life is always going to be stranger than fiction, because fiction has to be convincing, and life doesn’t.”
It did get inspired and let it flow in the way it wanted. Not quite there yet but this is it for now.
A quest for freedom
Walking
through the world of fiction
Structured to meet our needs
the unexpected becomes expected
Fiction was born in a bed of reality
covered with sheets of fantasy
A place where we hide from a world,
wackier and wilder than fiction
The wild might hide behind a mask
we might not read between the lines
Behind the curtains of
our social structure
lives a peaceful person and a vicious villain
lives a poet and a painter
lives a conspiracy theorist and a realist
wild berries growing against their walls
Walls of rooms we decorate
with our truth and believes
We sell our truth to buy belonging
living on the edge of a lie
The unpredictable becomes predictable
We speak in our local language,
our lives become routine
like we are radars in a machine
Let the truth lean against the freedom
Write love letters to wild flowers
Let your naked soul soar on a breeze
Your legs might tremble but
your heart will be on fire when
you knock on the door of the exotic
Speak the language of love
Become the hero in your quest
That'a gorgeous, Marja! I particularly love the last verse.
ReplyDeleteThe truth is stranger than fiction these days.
ReplyDeleteWrite love letters to wild flowers - this line is so healing like it cures all of the evil in the world. Bravo! I think it will inspire me to write a poem. Thank you, Marja!!!
ReplyDeleteLiving on the edge of a lie … somehow that line resonates as the condition that must be grappled with the most … the confusing misinformation that throws us off from healing ourselves and the world.
ReplyDeleteFiction is Escapism - 'a place where we hide from the world', the wicked, wild world. In Fiction, this world is masked by lines and lies.
ReplyDeletePersonally, I'm not good at that, at hiding and pretending. I wish to look reality into its eyes.
We can't hide, we show even when we cannot be seen.
ReplyDeleteLiterally too, you walk a lot, I love your pictures on FB.
(I'm chuckling a bit here, I'm thinking of the saying, "You are what you eat).
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Wild flowers deserve a torrid love letter or two.
ReplyDeleteI love this so much, Marja. I read aloud and it felt alive and fun. It left me wanting to "write love letters to wild flowers."
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