Desk Of......Dreams
plain and rough
my
desk of dreams
where
words are colors
magic images crisp clean
thoughts
caught in evenings glory
the
sweet primrose blooms
and...I
watching from my simple space
the
dainty damselflies drift
lightly
on a cool night breeze
heal
my hollow heart that aches
a
soul worn heavy with sorrows time
then
I can dream silver dreams
that
soar...high above...setting me free
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11 comments:
What an amazing way of using words! You capture the whole feel to the poem with a certain flare I don't think I've seen used for a long time. Well done!
Sascha xxx
I love some of the lines in this poem.
"...damselflies drift
lightly
on a cool night breeze..."
The mixture of heavy sorrow with light, dainty, dreams that soar. Wonderful use of words.
Anytime you want to chat, please don't hesitate to reach out. You are welcome.
Glad you are on the mend my dear friend and have our love in return.
I love your line "words are colours." You paint a portrait with your words.
Just lovely.
Bev Mine is called 'When Writers Block Triumphs'
This is just lovely! What an intriguing work, well done.
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thank you, sascha, you are very kind. So glad that you stopped by.
love-bd
Love your site and fresh take on prompts. Much thanks for your comments.
love-bd
Brian my sweet friend, I know that I can reach out and you will be there. This summer has been very hard and I am tired. There will be know mending for me but what can you do.....
love you, Melanie
bevies-place- Can't thank you enough for your kind comment. I must stop by your site.......
love-bd
Geraldine, it's been awhile and I am glad to hear from you...still looking great my friend! Much thanks....
love,Melanie
watercolors, fill my mind, and then
the sadness at the end of this rainbow.
The colour of words... it is beautiful BD.
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