this went on for days and days | karin taylor

The moon seemed tired tonight
as I clutched at the starlight
It was the fifth night in a succession
of dark nights populated with random
and unremitting thoughts and ideas
nothing of substance

On the sixth night I stumbled and fell
understandably ecstatic that my legs had crumpled
under the weight of the untyped manuscripts
piled high in my head
I rested

The night of the seventh, the high tide
coincided with a full moon and luminance prevailed
I realised I was a continent
the composition of all my thought and feeling
resulting in a solid mass

By the time the eighth night arrived
I was reminiscing but something was clearly missing
although I had a soft spot for evening’s exchange
I missed the daylight and soft warm glow of sun
Random patterns reveal sun’s present tense
But I was unavailed of it for now

I think I was perfectly happy on some level
restless and shaky on another
And I asked myself, ‘what kind of country rose garden
ramblings are these’
I became a buddhist in my dream and then a scientist
I sought the answers through the myriad of signs and
songs that were proferred
I took notes when the philosopher spoke
and thought in past tense, provoking a smokey haze
and a thoughtful daze

This went on for days . . . and days . . .

this went on for days and days | karin taylor

© Karin Taylor

Joined February 2008

Artwork Comments

  • F.A. Moore
  • © Karin Taylor
  • woodie123
  • © Karin Taylor
  • Arco Iris  R
  • © Karin Taylor
  • walstraasart
  • © Karin Taylor
  • Karen  Helgesen
  • © Karin Taylor
  • Mui-Ling Teh
  • © Karin Taylor
  • autumnwind
  • © Karin Taylor

More Work

desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait
desktop tablet-landscape content-width tablet-portrait workstream-4-across phone-landscape phone-portrait

10%off for joining

the Redbubble mailing list

Receive exclusive deals and awesome artist news and content right to your inbox. Free for your convenience.