Daydream, or: The here and now

Poetry Partners #75

‘Daydream’, a poem by Puvanesvari Rajan of ‘Opinions, Bijou and Poems’

A dream…
Or am I?

Lucid to the touch,
and true to the feel….
Do I dwell in mindplay?
Or am I the projection of one?

Perhaps a lost neural connection left floating in a mass of empty grey matter…
Perhaps some strand of muscle memory sitting right under a stretch of skin,
simply existing out of routine…
Perhaps a dictation of a fantasy,
yet to reach an apotheosis,
or some end perhaps post nadir…

Am I?
But an imagination
waiting to be inspired into pique-ing…
Am I else?
A memory of no significance
of some everyday,
wanton of every day…
Am I yet to be created?
Simply the notion of a character,
a being of someone’s whim…
or perhaps whimsy myself,
some tired fantasy conjured by a daydreamer,
fatigued of boredom…

What is this novelty?
…like an ennui,
worsening with age and distracting…
I indulge…
I feed off of it…
This obscurity of life;
this edge of my existential realm;
this (in)significance of my physique within a scheme I might not begin to comprehend;
this temporal sense of passing through some canvas of a reality I might not suffice to fathom;
this (in)adequacy of a self that is true to some incarnation known not else from;
this notion of a being…this sentience…
an occupant of an interconnected universe with some cosmic purpose…perhaps will…

Am I?
Am I not?
I were?
What if I were,
impossible I’d be and unreal somehow…?
I would be…
…are?…true to my own form.
Oh the promise therein…
the multitude of lives I might live…
the persons…creatures I might be…

Dream?
Did I awaken to one?
Dare I reach to know?
…Do I achieve…?

A poem in blank verse poem by ben Alexander of ‘The Skeptic’s Kaddish’

Do I have a soul; and if so, is it
necessarily somewhere within me?
Who's to say it's not in another realm
of existence? And - are my decisions
actually mine? No, better yet... are they
decisions at all? Is my path through life
nothing but the result of randomly
firing neurons; or, on the other hand,
does there exist a supernatural
or extradimensional being who
has been controlling my thoughts and actions
ever since I gained consciousness? Also,
is consciousness itself an illusion?

Either my perceived reality is
or isn't accurate, but either way,
entertaining such endless trains of thought
has never brought me any peace of mind.

Let’s write poetry together!

When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.

Ben Harper (b. 1969)

Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!


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