Glorious Delusion

I must be insane,
Broken in the brain,
The smile,
With which I am favoured,
Does not seem the same,
As the drunken grins,
On other faces,
More radiant,
Less plain,
Am I just inebriated?
Or as she plaits my beard,
Do her upturned lips speak volumes,
Which I am just too drunk to hear?
Wait,
Did I just ask her,
If she knows how beautiful she is?
And what new delusion is this?
Did she just ask the same of me?

What madness has befallen,
This rotting mind of mine?
I can comprehend galaxies,
And the ebb and flow,
Of space and time,
But ask me if I know this game,
That I unwittingly play,
And I will tell you honestly,
I do not even know its name.

The rest is lost in alcohol,
To my sorrow and shame,
Had I been sober I would have asked,
For a number,
To go with the name,
But alas I was intoxicated,
And for the first time,
I wish I had not had so much rum,
That I had been more present in my mind,
And so I have to wonder,
Rather than being sure,
Did I dream it all?
Was waking a terrible cure?

Well this dream,
Is good enough,
That I will return,
To the same place,
Where that fire burned,
I may be insane,
But I am not stupid enough,
To forget this dream,
If dream it be,
Or not to want to dream it again,
If the chance should be offered me!

a reply to: TrueBrit

That's really good my friend
Ahhh!! I love poetry!!
I express myself so much easier through words written rather than spoken..
Thanks for sharing
-nat

a reply to: natalia

Thanks Natalia!

Its sort of cautionary this one! And I understand what you mean about finding it easier to express yourself in written format. One of the things I have found, is that provided the person to whom I am speaking has the patience and enjoyment of the spoken language, necessary to put up with my waffle, I am usually just as happy speaking as writing. But those persons are far and few between in my experience!

But writing poetry is very different from normal speaking and writing, so whether or not I had a social group which was capable of putting up with my verbosity, I would still love writing poems!

a reply to: TrueBrit

Good Job Here True!! I love the color of it All!!! Great Indeed!!!

The complexities of Your Written Word Always Fascinate me!

Good job True! Ah, the one that got away. Perhaps there will be a next time and you shall win her over and not forget her number this time.

a reply to: Night Star

I would settle for a chance to fail again, let alone succeed!

Lovely poem, TrueBrit!

Such chances and dreams are indeed the stuff of poetry...

Now go easy on the rum so "next time" you shall not fail to snaffle her digits...erm...you know what I mean.
(That totally didn't come out right, but was hilarious enough to keep...). Yet still, was it the rum goggles that made her beautiful?? At the break of day, who cares, really, but that the heart beat faster and the mind raced into fumbling stutter over the attention of a beautiful 'other.'

peace to you,

AB

a reply to: TrueBrit

How many chapters in our life stories begin with what if and if only. Thanks for sharing so powerfully the lament of the missed moment.

I know that I am not a poet, but I do appreciate a well written verse. And you my friend have it down pat.

Been there, done that.

I'm a idiot when it comes to the opposite sex as well.