Dreaming Into Sky

Hi sky watchers:

Here is a lovely view from Central Park.



The water
Does laps
Around me
And the sky
Is a dotted
Playful blue
And I ponder
Washed over
In quiet dreams

Inkpot (O.S.I.)

Hi all,

I am writing the following poem for O.S.I. and the theme is inkpot.

A river unbroken
To walk circumspect
Across broken dreams
Courage to rewrite her story
She could dry like clay
March out with the clouds
Dig herself and hide for winter
Or she can stand tall
As sunflowers in a field of gold
As the sparrow who opens his wings
She dipped her pen into her heart
And let the ink flow

Whispers Of A Girl

Hi all,

This is a poem I discovered in my notebook a few months back. I'm happy to share with all of you. Have a blessed and happy weekend:

Whispers
Of the girl
I used to be
With quiet eyes
Wishful knowing
Time to grow
My inner longing
Life is slow
Dreams are drowning

Whispers of the girl
I used to be
Fear’s the only monster
I’ll be leaving
I am growing
Determined rowing
To my isles of destiny

Deep Autumn Sleep

Hi all,

Today I am free styling and posting an original poem I recently penned. Hope you enjoy!

I was asleep when
The autumn winds
Blew away
The world I’d known
And the trees
They bronzed themselves
With leaves of yellow gold
One lap around the clouds
Blue sky upon my back
Ripe apple against my lips
Crunch of fallen leaves beneath me
Dreams christened in colorful sun
I drift in autumn’s spell deeply

Dreaming In Night Sky

Dreaming into night sky
The city slinks
Into a gown
Of shimmering lights

Happy Sky Watch!!

Swinging

Hi all,

I'm posting for Thursday Tales. This week's photo is inspired by Ruxi at DeviantArt.

Tall, beautiful trees coiled in the distance. The fog parted her white veil and scattered creatures into the wind. Beyond, the light possessed a magical splendor. It felt ripe and full against her skin. She concentrated on swinging. Her long tendrils swung back and forth against lace. Her legs pumped higher in a defiant kick against gravity. She closed her eyes and drifted off into the cool shade of her dreams.

A Visit From Fairies

Hi all,

I am posting this for Thursday Tales. The accompanying art is by Michaël Zancan at DeviantArt.

John had spent the entire evening daydreaming in his dorm room. He loosened his grip on the paintbrush and drifted off into a long dream. He could feel the gentle light of dawn caressing his arms. The walls opened up, and he basked in the hour of sunlight. Vegetation sprouted from the earth and grew along the four corners of his walls. He spotted beautiful, foreign creatures with wings as fairies. They flickered in shades of blue and teal and rested along his body. They spoke in hushed, little voices. John rested his head and marveled at their angelic song.

When John woke, the light had receded and descended into night. He could hear the muffled voices and cackles of his roommates beneath the door. He unearthed new longing and inspiration as visions of his dream came alive on canvas. Little fairies rested their wings on his mind. They burst in ripe colors as he painted feverishly through the night.

Chasing Dreams (Acrostic)

Hi all,

This is posted for Acrostic Only. Hope you all enjoy the weekend!

Course of words
Heightened by action
Accelerating sheer will
Sweeping the masses
Impregnate with hope
Nigh is success
Gravitating towards sunset

Dare to dream
Rising in time
Emptying the gift
Adoration and love
Mirroring pure imagination
Sweet dreams realized

Nine Ladies Dancing

Hi all,

Today is the ninth day of Christmas: nine ladies dancing. This sounds like an entertaining gift!

‘Twas the love of his dreams
Gleaming in the bed of his eyes
Rising on the bed of her silhouette
Pirouettes smooth in rhythm and jive
Alive in the hips, shimmering blues
Hues of frost and the moon
Spooning out upon his lips
Dipping in the shadows
Dancing ladies in nine
Fine beauties bejeweled in light

Deferred

Inspired by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
Like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?

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I lay awake deferred
My dream beside me sleepless
Naked, beckoning me to confirm
Burgeoning hope or foul nightmare
My mind is ancient as the moon
Milky pool against my sheets
Creamy river, sugary sweet
Borders my conscience, quivers, and weeps
Words seize me in the waning moon
Beseeching my fragile heart to swoon
Thoughts winding round my neck as pearls
Syllables etched against my back
Sleep lays upon me as the sun
My dream a puddle beneath me
Melted, defeated, deferred

National Poetry Month

Dear bloggers,

This month is National Poetry Month. Some bloggers are dedicating an entire month to poetic posts. Also, April 29th is Poem in Your Pocket Day. This will be a very creative and fun month. I hope you all enjoy some of the festivities.

He said goodbye to himself in the morning

Mostly for his own amusement

A roguish smile parting pearly whites

Quick inspection with his tongue

Ruffling his dark hair

His fingers running against his brow

It was the world that greeted him

The sun lit like romantic lips

Most evenings, he was alone

He'd sit and drift

Wind cascading upon his knees

A summer of reveries

He was surrounded by dreamers

A tipsy twinkle in his eye

Burning in the bulb of a firefly

His shadow turns to greet her glove

Though strangers, she's quick to give her love

They slip away into a fantasy

Before he wakes from daydreams