One Stop Spotlight: Mind Dream a Poem by Shaun Gordon aka Donusho

One characteristic that is apparent the first time you participate in One Shot Wednesday is that we have attracted some very talented poets, who tend to bring their best to the table on that day.


This can be very challenging, but also a great way to learn and get to know fresh new faces. Shaun is a poet I met strictly through One Shot. He hails from London and spins rhyme with style. I have enjoyed seeing life through his eyes these last couple weeks. (He even shaved off his hair for One Shot last week, don't believe me, go here.)


This poem is about a dream he had. I hope you enjoy! ~Brian


Mind Dream.

Placed on a chess board
Light and space grid,
a circular borderless edge.
All looked the same
but the game was different.

Facing tall dark robe figures
that looked like they were looking at the floor,
deceived of course,
their eyes were piercing through.

Behind,
stood tall and still
the translucent beings carved in white chiffon,
as the battle breeze flew East.

"What is this all about!?"
"I shouldn't be here!"
And as I looked to the west
I saw earth sphere.

They charged forward in unison
as I quickly side-stepped
like 1960's dancer’s imitation,
Explaining
I don't know what I am fighting for,
ignored as though Invisible

Now they are close enough
to smell each others breath.
Glaring through each other,
Such were the disgust and hate.
Opposition.

Then…

Spears were thrusting bones
And swords butchered limbs
Pawns evaporated as their robe’s were taken away with the wind,
Stars weeping softly.

Still lips spoke,
"I need to put my spear to good uses",
Confused and I refused,
with unbelievable water filled eyes, as the opposition multiplied.
Bigger, clearer and vindictive smirking from ear to ear,
ok fuck it… and broke out of fear's embrace.

Threw the golden spear causing black ashes evaporation,
returning back into my hand like a boomerang.
Strapped it into my belt,
Picking up rusty nails and throwing them as darts,
coursing through diagonally as a bird called alliance.

Behind,
was bright as multiplication flowed,
no forget what you know,
this is a new education
unknown to the academic mathematician.
To the point
I couldn't see individuals,
indescribable blinding light

though,
I could see a smile.

To be continued...
Our mind's
battles
on.


Shaun Gordon aka Donusho
3/10/2010 ©