Quip's Corner - Splash Splash

The lemon yellow mountains sink into the rippled blueberry sea.
Without a whisper, She leapt from the daydream, intent upon scaring me.

Tied by the feet to ideals instructed, floating face first in reality obstructed.
Screaming for joy and laughing in pain, led by the nose until one slides down the drain.

The glassed rectangles of a speeding train provides a blurred perspective.
But her council’s clear, “Don’t look at all” is usually the preferred directive.

Can one awake from decisions gone awry and jump from the maker’s frame.
Treading water in that azure ocean as air seeps slowly from the brain.