Fields of sky
did I dream it —
that I had a nest
in which to curl
with folded wings
did I dream the
dappled shade of
the apple tree
and the warm
wind that stirred
my feathers
did I dream the
clouds flying
across an
invitation of blue
did I dream the
dance with you
in the fields of sky
is it
this dream
posted by MB at 12:05 PM
21 Comments:
oh, mb, what soft and lovely images.
such beautiful poetry you write. :)
gorgeous
Nice!!
magical.
Beautiful imagery. To think that it feels so thought out but in fact, is first words out and no editing. You have a wonderful gift.
Dreams?
Past lives?
Beautiful!
alan
"did I dream the
clouds flying
across an
invitation of blue"
such delicious words... wow!
throughout the poem!... what a luscious treat! thanks!
vintage mb poetry!
i love the way your creativity flows, MB.
it is!! and a beautiful one at that!
Ooooo, this one is really, really strong. Nice job.
The rose photo is beautiful, as well. Yours?
Sara, yes, the roses are the ones I chose for my piano.
Beautiful...
I could just make myself very small, curl up and rest in the middle of those blossoms. Wonderful dream sequence!
Endment, that is exactly one of the reasons I chose that photo! They make me feel that way, too.
Lovely soaring memory - dreamed, imagined or real.
I'm still floating on those petals...
Whew.
Very lush and romantic, and interesting how the short stanza at the end hangs in the air...
Ah well, back to more prosaic things.
C! Your words made it such!
and your heart...brought the touch.
My thanks to you all.
Welcome to poetry by kai and annieelf! Thanks for stopping by.
Luscious roses! so creamy and decadent, so feminine. I can almost smell their fragrance. what a beautiful photo...
the roses caught me.
Your poem's images kept me. You have a skilled way with words.
(I found your blog thanks to Endment. I'll be back. thanks!)
Those curling, lush roses! Just right for curling and curve and swoop. (Though call it irrational, I almost always find "which" a stumbling block in a poem... As though meant for something else, like an essay.)
Have you ever seen woodcocks in their tumbling mating dance? That's what I thought about here.
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