La La Land

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Poem number 11 NaPoWriMo

 

When this crazy world,

throws me for a loop,

when everything I try to do,

gets ruined in one fell swoop,

I close my eyes,

wishing I was in La La Land.

A land of fantasy,

where the world cannot take my bright colors,

turning them into black and white.

A land where laughter never stops

and there are happy times ever after.

When I hear that there are crazies out there,

trying to destroy the only world we have,

then I want to run and hide –

flying away in dreams to La La Land.

Finally when the world has become too much,

the smiles are few and far between,

no longer I read the screaming headlines,

but seek shelter on the net,

where I know my friends are.

It is the land that saves you from all that stress,

from unhappiness,

from anything that would turn your world upside down,

turning your smile into a frown.

We all seek shelter,

from the storms that bring gray clouds

and rain on our parade.

Best to create a world,

much like your own personal Disneyland,

where you can sing along with the birds,

converse with animals,

stand shoulder to shoulder,

with others who care,

spreading sunshine and love –

most everywhere.

Then one day when the sun shines bright,

when I have more friends than enemies,

when it will seem that I can go on smiling,

hearing laughter all around,

it will be on that day when I’ll know –

I’ve arrived in La La Land.

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About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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2 Responses to La La Land

  1. I think most of us need a trip to La La land from time to time. A mental health vacation.

    • Rasma R says:

      Something which at the moment I am looking forward to once the April challenge ends. It is like doing a tango with your muses two step forward and two back once around the floor and another poem out the door.

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