first trip - summer '68 Date: Sunday, 1st December 2002 @ 04:20:00 AM AEST Topic: Sad Poetry Contributed By: Steeleyes § it was a friendly little capsule - light pink before the sunshiney windows and red velvet curtains - the room massive beauty around ancestors & trinkets - table i slept under carpet for blanket - hair matted in dust - the couch & armchairs - old friends from Mandraxed & red-wine nights poems writing blissful loving wonder § altogether friendly then & soft summer day to explore & wander in - i placed the soft bendy half capsule on my tongue - Strawberry Fields forever § leaving - Matt, Brian, Jim, Maureen & I - walk to the moor adrenaline flowing - after all it was the first time - Brian's the night before, Matt's too § today Matt is on Hollis Brown - wild thin enthusiast - Hollis had opium or something § we walk by the river to the moor - sun shining kindly on us - through the moor to a soft mossy dell and heather spongy openness - sitting together on warm rocky plateau § twenty minutes then of pure heavenly laughter and chuckling at everything there was - heartfelt warm glowing can't turn the mouth down - it just wont obey - smiley safe happy... § then we saw the horizon approaching malevolent - threat of deathly strangeness - time to go - Maureen bounding down the little dirt path - giant friendly rabbit leaping - and inside my head long long sensual streaks of fine turqoise red & green crystal liquids and words floating stretching round between my ears § then the soaring power unlimited unstoppable surge inside up up up to my head - no way to stop this surging power - think of something mundane quick! TV tonight - anything! § Lying back on the heather looking up into the blue peaceful breathing out again - silent ghostly indians dance round the sun § us grouped by the bushes - Jim's nose: the detail! - see the friends in spirit - bare naked being - timeless love fills me - the soft helpless tapestries are awake for this tiny window only § walking back & the bushes glow with life force - me saying always wow inside § & the road, cars flying so close - i 'know' i can bend pliable under those wheels and out the other side - but a smiling voice tickles me inside & whispers not to try § back we sit snug on the carpet § Jim's dog Duke wanders curious playfully aware of some alteration - Jim's mum brings me toasted cheese - i gaze stunned, bemused trying to get this - i give it to Duke § the music swirls moving my mind eternal jimi playing ladyland - the tree through the window is a cascade of branches reaching to the sky in chain reaction patterns § in my head an intensely green dragon with replicas sprouting from nose & ears § girl asks how i feel - like a tiny child - i tell her about the giant sponge filling my head § & wander to the toilet on the landing - sitting there i can't remember how you do this - where are those mind-body triggers? - funny - i smile at how other this is § coming down slowly 10 - 12 hours the nerves tingle comfort - warm loving fingers of peace descend - and the night wraps around us - the waltzer slows to a stop and we lie dazed and tingling washed up on the shore - we have survived frontal assualt on mind, body, brain and being § will life ever look the same again? § This poem is Copyright © Steeleyes Important note: ALL POETRY ON THIS SITE IS COPYRIGHT. If you wish to use any poem for any purpose, please either EMAIL Mick from the sites feedback form, or go to the AUTHOR'S site and EMAIL the author for permission. If you Email Mick for permission on any poem that is not his personal works, he will endeavor to contact the author on your behalf. This poem comes from Your Poetry Dot Com https://www.your-poetry.com/ The URL for this poem is: https://www.your-poetry.com/route.php?page=poetry/PoemDetail&story_id=7739