Sunday, August 2, 2015

Whimsical Dreams




















In a bed of dreams a garden nymph sleeps
visions of romantic love fill her head
here all is magical, his songs she keeps
sound of a lute, poetic words unsaid
awakening with the moon overhead
remembering the gardener's soft touch
tis a mortal, she loves him too much

posted for magpie 281

33 comments:

  1. Does it matter that he is mortal?

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    1. Love - knows no boundaries..it comes from the heart whether mortal or immortal...

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  2. Love, as long as it lasts, is a beautiful thing!

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  3. Oh, all the more lovely for its coming sorrows.

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    1. ah, have to watch for the sorrows

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  4. Short, sweet, and wonderfully written. I wish my garden had magical creatures. It just has wasps. They do not love me. :)

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  5. Beautiful...makes you believe anything is possible.

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    1. Anything is possible, but is it probable? I believe in miracles..

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  6. Beautiful, lyrical and whimsical. I can picture this piece posted in a beautiful little garden - a little poetic treasure-treat slightly hidden amongst the flowers. Sigh.

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    1. Wendy, what a lovely thought..thank you for that...

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  7. "she loves him too much"......I remember that feeling from years long gone!

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    1. Smiling...you love your pup with all your heart..

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    1. Thanks, I be over to visit I haven't been there in a while ..sorry..

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  9. Brilliant read indeed and that photo is so apt.

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  10. Such a garden I bet will sure be fruitful lol

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    1. it could indeed be fruitful one never knows..lol..

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  11. Like a green mermaid !

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    1. Smiling..nothing wrong with a green mermaid..

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  12. My loves have seldom hit that in-between "dream" stage...It's been from age five...ALL or NOTHING! (Even though I never knew what love really was/IS.)

    I DO appreciate the fantasy and dream world of poetic love as a spiritual lifting of my soul to a level above the "daily humdrum" love: dishes, laundry, work, TV, sleep, etc.

    Your piece brings an excitement to this blog world in such few phrases. Thank you, True!

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    1. thank you Steve..so nice to see you back around..well, dishes and laundry and work has to be done. The reality of life I guess..

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  13. the thought of the moon being overheard is intriguing. thanks for a grand read!

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    1. the moon is overhead, but hey it could be overheard..I wonder what it would say and what would be heard.

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  14. Beautiful poem, with a nice touch of sadness toward the end. :-)

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    1. Love can be bittersweet at times...

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  15. Sinceramente, llegué por casualidad, pero veo que tenemos varios amigos en común.
    La foto me atrapó, con tiempo voy a leer textos anteriores, creo que hay muy buen material.
    Un abrazo

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  16. "Muy buen material" - quite true...

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    1. Hi Berowne - Thanks for the visit..I even was able to solve the puzzle at your place this week. smiling..

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