Artwork: Lighthouse Dandelions by Jamie Wyeth
The lighthouse of my dreams,
So soft and sublime like a new morning,
Is rebuilt when I lay my head on the pillow;
The dandelions in my front yard rise with ease,
With promises of wild trysts from their golden lips.
Though an ominous sky threatens with black clouds,
To wash away my home brick by brick;
I have the spirit of the river,
That flows generous, smooth, and clear.
Written for Magpie Tales & O.S.I.
13 comments:
I love the dreamy feel of this and how you refuse to let the threatening sky take your dream.
Gorgeous I really really love those last lines!
Spirit of the river ... wow !!!
beautiful ekphrastic poem; a mood of contentment shines through; your words compliment the painting so well
much love...
The river does indeed seem to offer an interesting escape route
Wash away my home brick by brick ~~ grim reminder of what happened in Oklahoma yesterday ... your poem is beautifully composed.
So beautiful...the slow pace, dreamy imagery. I got into the spirit of the river too. Seems to go with flow. Lovely writing! And thanks for visiting me.
It's good to have a lighthouse to lean on when the clouds threaten. Very nice!
Dandelion lips promising trysts! I love that.
This is nice, W.G. ~~ I always liked lighthouses, probably dreaming of the life spent there by the lighthouse keeper and his family. I have always liked dandilions too. You merged the two nicely. Thank you.
I am sorry to be so late in returning your visit. Thank you again, this time for your visit and your nice comment.
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...aww, very heart warming... a perfect read to me who's still fixing composure after a tragic event in the office... thanks for the poem... smiles...
Beautiful. The poem and the images flow. The last line tied it all together nicely.
I like the spirit of the river line. We all must learn how to go with the flow.
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