Scrambling from a turbulent stream
breathless
I dream...
of sailing in a sea of daisies
drifting to buttercup bay
enticed by the scent of jasmine
and the aroma of new mown hay
swimming with a school of angelfish
engulfed in a swell of warmth
floating on a tide of reflection
I wish...
for
the
greener grass of home.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Wed 4th Jun 2014 20:44
nie poem indeed.xx
Kenneth Eaton-Dykes
Tue 3rd Jun 2014 18:26
Hi Mike. Good to see you surfacing again.
Nice poem.
Was that dream the result of a healthy
nights kip.
Or one of the more pleasant symptoms of dragon chasing?
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Laura Taylor
Fri 6th Jun 2014 09:33
Hey, howdy chap! Long time no see!
What a delightful poem. I can see you've been playing around with language in your absence :) Some lovely images in this, and a nice little twist at the end there.
Hope to see you some time mate :)