I can see a copse of trees with charmeuse leaves
with snails on them with radio shells,
switching stations like a song subway
and the trains are rhythms on their way
What is it you're dreaming for?
something wild and out the door,
relinquish your soul and subconscious soar
what is it you're dreaming for?
I can see the palanquins that lift up the richest queens
with peacock collars and paper dollars
with their ruby rings and expensive things,
none worth more than my hydrangea dreams!
large and colorful they are,
like a watercolor blur
what is it you're dreaming for?
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Author:
Noveyre (
Offline) - Published: July 30th, 2017 14:14
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Comments2
This is gorgeous. I had to look up palanquins. I never knew what they were called! I actually did not want your poem to end.
The imagery in this is incredible! Great work!
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