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.



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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.



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