Friday, February 6, 2015

Poetic Eye in the Garden

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.


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
when brain splits
 dandelion wishes
falling arcs of 
in sonorous tones
n' drift
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
dandelion's wishes
and daffodilly dreams
twilight's smirk
my third 
eye wakes. 

©Ella Wilson