hear-ye,
here: ye.
free. found.
ballooned in the
dancedawndreamdrizzle
of spilled bliss.
still, this:
echo-storm
-pepper-curled scar.
open jar, shadowcloud-spark.
we giggle ghosts,
spring flicker-fear,
lull leaves to skip-melt-twist.
she shimmers on,
bubblegrin rose, supposed
whisper-sound, curl-cued
nightbreath breeze.
our journey’s green,
aimed to please.
..
This is The One With All The Words, for the Quadrille over at dVerse. Come play!
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Lovely poem! I especially like the run on of the words dancedawndreamdrizzle, it makes them feel like a spilled bubble, especially in the context of bring spilled bliss. Just great! The words meld together so well in unexpected ways, making this poem gorgeous to read out loud. It’s so fun and yet there is a deep dark undertone pulling us along.
I love the sounds in this and ‘ballooned in the dancedawndreamdrizzle of spilled bliss’ is pure magic :o) xxx
hyphenated sneaky quadrille 😉 but still…Magic.
I didn’t follow it completely through, but then I just weathered (pun intended) a rather raw natural event. But I smiled as I read it. I’ll come back after a night and day of rest and see what I see.
Ooooo. Charley, I didn’t know you were in the storm area. So glad you are okay.
These ones with all the words are getting quite silly. Don’t necessarily expect anything cognizant to come out of it all…just some creative ways to describe my moon muse. 😉
I SOOOO want to respond to the idea of a moon muse… however, I totally get that. The night sky is one of the most evocative writing sparks I encounter.
Dancdawndreamdrizzle. – just awoke to something like that.
Dancedawndreamdrizzle……love the sound of this and putting these into one word! Clever you are!
it’s a “breezy” type poem – the words rush past the ear and whisper thoughts and ideas…
A delight. Should be read aloud. (K)