Gemma's ~~~ "Greyscale Territory" ~~~~~~~ Poetic Songlines: Surreal Worlds ~ for Totally Optional Prompts

Friday, March 21, 2008

Surreal Worlds ~ for Totally Optional Prompts

Surreal by Rogervd on Deviant Art

In my mind

Sharing an exotic

Hawaiian cocktail

Symbolises

An endless ocean of bliss

~

In my mind

Dreaming on an endless ocean

Means touching worlds

Kissed by endless rainbows

~

In my mind

White purling skies

Refract blue light

Glowing

Peacefully

~

In my mind

A touch of wings

Is just my soul

Flying

Surreal eternity

~

5 comments:

Linda Jacobs said...: I like the lightness of this poem. It's almost like I could fly along with your words!; March 21, 2008 at 12:10 PM
paisley said...: i have seen the wings of your soul... and they are ever so delicately beautiful.... thank you for this....; March 21, 2008 at 1:16 PM
Michael Serafin-St. John said...: "White purling skies..." to use the language this expertly raises your work to another level beyond simple contemplation. The word "purl" reflects eddies, swirls, even soft murmurring sounds, perhaps knit by angels! And its homophonic is "pearl!" Beautiful imagery!
Wonderful word wizardry!; March 21, 2008 at 4:06 PM
Tumblewords: said...: Oh, how lovely - just lovely!; March 21, 2008 at 4:14 PM
Crafty Green Poet said...: I love the purling skies too; March 21, 2008 at 6:45 PM

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A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman