Untied.
Poets like me often hitch
a slow ride
on a passing ideal where
behind screens
another reality is hiding
rainy-day-grey
yet beaconing light from
fantasy guides
who search for the willing.
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*
Dreamland begins
where visions of moonstone
begin to call and
nothing shades eager ears
from mystic demands
of potential when unknown
appears just before
waking from sleep's control.
Nostalgic scenes
appear wonder- scented as
yield dissolves fears
to open access while ideas
take wing beneath
raining of letters on canvas
linking lined spaces
with mystic-sown viewing
for alchemy moves
thinking in curious minds.
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*
Mood rides high
as untied linguistic phrases
dance into being and
infuse inspiration, prose or
rhyme sentence the
indescribable when a Muse
invites awed writers
like me to enter that space
and learn the secret
of scribing extra-dimension
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Comments4
That Muse can attack us in so many different modes and moods Fay. May it long be so for us all.
Andy
I second your words dear Andy.
I never knew there was so much to writing a poem. Well, I know now! heehee.
Yes there is quite a lot to writing poetry dear Orhci.
Ahhh you secrets are exposed! Well maybe a couple of them...... poets like you huh?... My excuse is that i'm gullible..... hitching a ride upon a fantasy, a ticket on a street car named despair or delusion.
But there again, Goldfinches "If only" unfurls a landsape of possibilities.
Love the way you weave those thoughts into your own particular word style to enchant and tease us into carefully slowing down that we may absorb. or try to absorb, the intent between the silken threads.
Your comments are always so carefully worded and full of support and for this I send a big thank you my friend.............. weaving words is what I find compulsive whatever the subject and am so pleased you enjoy reading my work.
…. it seems to me she barely leaves your side dear Fay...
without a doubt, another splendid composition my friend
Neville
You are too kind mi amigo yet I thank thee ever so and am delighted you enjoyed Untied.
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