..too busy being a misfit
and couldn't become a lover--
roving every earthly scene
just to find a home.
Lifting through
the thick fog
that besets me,
I'm turning on
the search lights--
looking for that place
where gravity seeks
lands legends key
and puzzles mislaid piece.
elPintor
Wed 30th Nov 2016 00:21
The astral plane could be a scary place to get stranded, I would say. Reality can be strange enough without introducing such elements of boundlessness. Though, if escape is desired and can only be achieved with the mind, then I suppose its only a question of how far you'd like to go.
Personally, I like the idea behind this (I keep thinking, "a man without a country"), though I would like to better its expression. No doubt I'm not the only writer here who posts most things with a minimum of effort. But, I'll tell you, I realize that I'm unlikely to revisit most things later with as much enthusiasm as at the first sitting.
Good to hear from you, Ray. And thanks, David.
elP
The title gives whole essence to the poem and becomes plausible elP. Elements of this wandering searching spirit can invade us all but it has lots going for it - I was thinking about someone died and "trapped" on the astral plane - something I can conceive of.
Ray
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elPintor
Wed 30th Nov 2016 12:40
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2eE9H7Nzww