is the grass tangles of Sargasso
are the trees magic mushrooms
in a galactic omelette
and this border of crocuses
a phalanx of Spartan warriors?
in altered state
the asks are simple to accommodate
plain awake they jab slim needles into flesh
the alerter head resisting acupuncture invasion
half world falls between stools
of be and hyperbole
and lands anaesthetised
apathy of surd absurd
whichever way my senses filter
i don’t wish an escort of fairies
i am the fairy at the bottom of the garden
johnpoetflanagan 
An exploration of what is real and what may not be, these 16 lines nudge me to examine personal perceptions as well as general. What is real? I think Plato would have liked this and I know Winnie and myself certainly do. You have a gifted way
of challenging and enlightening.
Harry and Winnie,
Supportive as ever, thank you
John
Reality and perception are frequently diametrically opposed. As the validity of eyewitness accounts being challenged in courts and more often than not discounted as totally inaccurate.
Fine, wise comment, Jon My Friend
Ever with gratitude
John
You are indeed the fairy – the observant one.
Thank you, Alicia
…mmm…magic mushrooms.
‘i don’t wish an escort of fairies’
Love it ❤
Thank you , Kind Man
Best wishes to you
John
I remember these perceptions. We must have both smoked the same stuff.
Rod
Nice one, Rod! Love the comment
John
This had a 1960s psychedelic feel to it, and also rather magical. It put me in mind a bit of the Beatles.
Thank You, Kate, for the great comment, i love it!
Maybe i’m a 60s child at heart, i’m not sure but a Beatles fan most certainly.
Again, Kate, thank you
john
You’re welcome. I enjoy your work. 🙂
I love your works! This one is absolutely fantastic brother John! Perception..
Generous as ever, Brother Swetank, and please remember your generosity means a great deal to me.
Ever
John
Thank you for taking me on a little trip, I enjoyed the ride!
Lovely subtle comment, Hollie, thank you
John, this – for me – is one of your best. The word choices and substance behind each line are masterful. These are, indeed, sublime musings. Of a higher order, yet present in humility. This is a painting of blurred lines and bleeding color. I love it.
High praise indeed, Dear Gina, and coming from you, deeply appreciated.
Always
John
I very much enjoyed this one, John, and talk of altered states and magic mushrooms took me back to the 60’s, although I never experienced a galactic omelette–I didn’t explore too far, learning quickly that my subconscious wasn’t a safe place to visit. So you’re the fairy at the bottom of the garden–loved that!
Willow, I love your very personal and very warm response to the work..and you like that last line..if I’m being totally honest, and I am, I’m rather fond of it myself.. Once again, a sincere thank you
John