Over in the Imaginary Garden -I wasn't happy with my first poetic attempt, so try, try again. I decided to write about my nightly walks. Inspiration can dazzle me, like the stars. And I am racing home as words spill from my mind and circle me like sheep, before the fence of dreamland arrives.
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Tug of Words
Moon smiles
under stars' umbrella
Lifeguard perched in
blackberry sea
scent of salty brine
n' pine pitch
perfume night's whispers.
I trample along my
hemispheres
when brain splits
dandelion wishes
scatter*****
falling arcs of
syllables
in sonorous tones
lift,
float
n' drift
drumming my mind.
drumming my mind.
Moonlight's color
now Ivory tusk
taunts my
geography's mood
shadowed mountains outline sea
like Lemon Meringue
I see sweetness
some bitter notes
under her
flashlight mood.
Waves of white
cloud blush
wash ashore
as ocean's salt n' moon
play tug of war
within my veins.
I travel onward
chasing
dandelion's wishes
and daffodilly dreams
into
twilight's smirk
as
my third
eye wakes.
©Ella Wilson
