Hydrangea Dreams

Noveyre

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? 

 

  • Author: Noveyre (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 30th, 2017 14:14
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Heather T

    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.

  • SheWasTheSun

    The imagery in this is incredible! Great work!



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