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| Courtesy of The Sunday Muse |
I will sing the language of birds
setting free the songs within me
composing ballads, stringing words
I will sing the language of birds
searching in the garden for verbs
perching high in a flowering tree
I will sing the language of birds
setting free the songs within me
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hosted by our dear friend ~ Carrie
Author's note: Thank you for all your support
through the years. You have enriched my
journey in life.
Form: Triolet
Today, a halo formed around
the sun, high in the
mid-day sky
my wandering mind
questioned why
mirror me, a dream
filled with the magic of
you and I
mirror me, a day seen
through heaven's eye
mending torn wings
we learn to fly
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hosted by Merril
writing a quadrille of 44 words
incorporating a form of "mirror"
Thank you for your visit
always upward & onward
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| artist Erik Johansson - Surrealism Artist |
To truly see the stars and moon
one must rely on a special lens
its beauty makes poets swoon
inking words with a lover's pen
Zooming in with a telescopic eye
getting closer to the unreachable
gasping at the wonder of the sky
heaven's magic seems UN-attainable
Yet, I find myself surrounded by light
enchanted by the whip-poor- will song
breathing in the warmth of the night
here, I will dream until the break of dawn
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hosting by Mish
writing to Surreal artist Erik Johannson
Thank you for visiting - May you embrace the beauty before you!
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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
Beyond the stars she navigates the heavens
mapping pieces of their journey in her heart
once in a song, she heard love was a work of art
in lucid dreams she feels the aura of his presence
connecting dots, today, a new adventure starts
written for dVerse
hosted by De
writing a 44 word quadrille
incorporating a form of the word ‘map’
author's note: For a friend ...I hope you continue the story
Alex J Cavanaugh author of Dragon of the Stars
Thank you for caring…
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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
There's a do not disturb sign
on the door-knob of a dream
a secret place where stars align
poetry forms at the bang of a drum
touching the heart with each beat
opening doors who knows what will come
don't touch me while I am sleeping
the shaman says it brings bad dreams
in silence you can hear the willow weeping
There's a do not disturb sign
on the door-knob of a dream
a secret place where stars align
on the edge of your atmosphere skies
trying to balance on the fringe of reality
is love forever hidden in a tiny box of lies
your music knocks me out with one note
spiraling forever lost in you melody
remembering every word you wrote
there's a do not disturb sign
on the door- knob of a dream
a secret place where stars align
daring you to enter the labyrinth
of a dream , my secret lover, I’ll be waiting
in hues of blue for ....
you
you
you
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hosted by Punam
writing about music using song titles
from Linda Perry's albums
two were required, but I went
with four I couldn't resist
I selected the following:
Bang the Drum
Tiny Box of Lies
Secret Lover
Don't Touch Me While I am Sleeping
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Conceptual photography by Vincent Bourilhon |
Meet me seaside on a spring day
here rushing waters light up the night
baptizing love in mystic sprays
wandering hearts can find the way
letting our wildest dreams take flight
meet me seaside on a spring day
there are words that I need to say
in the surf our poetic voices will unite
baptizing love in mystic sprays
singing songs of the delights of May
we’ll dance under blue moonlight
meet me seaside on a spring day
tell me your heart can find a way
following the stars shining bright
meet me seaside on a spring day
baptizing love in mystic sprays
Peace, love and mystic sprays
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| Courtesy of Pixabay |
She makes the sounds the sea makes
always riding the currents of life
waiting for the waves to break
songs of the heart in the tide-line
forming a rhythmic design
overhead the gulls take the wind
with her breath and sacred dreams
wondering why starlight has dimmed
sometimes you win
sometimes you lose
sometimes you can't choose
sometimes you sing the blues
salty sprays fill the pools of her eyes
drifting in memories of yesterday
wondering when the sun will rise
songs of the heart in the tide-line
forming a rhythmic design
she makes the sounds the sea makes
always riding the currents of life
waiting for the waves to break
sometimes you win
sometimes you lose
sometimes you can't choose
sometimes you sing the blues
sometimes you sing the blues
sometimes you sing the blues
author's note: inspired by a friend.....this one is for you....
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