Trance

It finally happened- writing in a trance that is. I read about it, I heard about but when it finally happened!!! I wasn't prepared for it. Well I guess you can never be prepared for something like that. I mean it was late at night, and I had intended to just browse about for a while and go back to sleep. My blogs were overdue, and I was being so lazy. I was looking for prompts that I may attempt some time the next morning- and then I came upon this prompt that said:
Begin a poem that starts with the following line from an Emily Dickinson poem
"Bring me sunset in a cup".
And I was awstruck. There was a sudden burst of words and verses in my brain and I just had to write them down. And even while typing I didn't know what the next word was going to be...but I still went on typing...and then at the end of the trance I was exhausted I had 34 lines of text which I hope I can call poetry. So here goes:
Bring me the sunset in a cup.
And the ocean inside a sea-shell
Also bring the rainbow along-
Bring me a handful of earth from your land.
I will bring the rains of the season now gone.
And use them to make a flowing river.
If we cannot bring the mountain home
Then we shall bring our home to the mountain.
We will use the color from the rainbows to paint the landscape
In summer we will paint snow, and in winter we shall paint green.
We will surround around the meadow will our belongings
Light a fire from the sunset, and begin a world anew.
We will make our house from the wilderness so
We can get lost easily. We will listen to the birds we painted.
When the winds howl loudly we will trap it in a jar
So we will have our own storms.
We will light our house with the lightning
And make our bed on the grass.
We will have the sky as our roof
And night as our blanket.
WE will lasso the moon and bring it closer to us.
Tell me will not be Utopia?
I shall use the daffodils as ornaments
And the hedges for decoration piece.
We will touch sparkle on the sea caused by the setting sun
And weave our dreams with it.
We will smell all the flowers and make our own perfume.
We will drink the river from our palms
And eat the fruits from the trees.
We will fill our hearts with all the beauty around us
And turn it into love in our sleep.
We will be free and spirited living among
Our own creations.
Man and woman. Creating a home anew.
Tell me will it not be Utopia?
------------------------------------(Tracy)