Her thoughts drifted
With shaving cream clouds
Reshaping themselves
Like her dreams
Baby blue backgrounds
Beckoned her
Softer landings
Welcomed her
With raspberry tarts
And bubble milk tea
Embracing the orb of night
She took to the sky
S l o w l y
Rising gracefully
To the stars
De is hosting over at dVerse Poets Pub today. We are writing quadrilles of exactly 44 words incorporating the word “bubble”. Fun stuff!
I thought you were so bubblelicious
But you were nothin’ but a pez head
And I had enough marshmallow moments
Of my own
So I took the rainbow stairs
Because colour makes me happy
I sank deep
Into the cotton candy quicksand
Taking my strawberry toes
Back to earth
Just in time for tea and jelly tots
This poem is crazy
Like the shoestring licorice
That is now catapulting me
Back to chocolate clouds
You know, the ones you always dream of
‘Cuz chocolate’s better than rain
And pain
Is this insane?
Talk me down with sweet pastels
Your convincing candy necklace rope
I’ll kiss your giant wax lips
You can be my lifesaver
In green
~
Originally written for Anthony Desmond’s poetic prompt “In a not so Real World”. There is a great sense of freedom when you let down the boundaries of the “norm”, giving free reign to your imagination. It’s Open Link Night at dVerse.
http://dversepoets.com/2014/11/25/poetics-in-a-not-so-real-world/
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She hated looking for a needle in a haystack
Mysteries made mush of her brain
Clarity was key, it was always key
To winning and wounding her heart
She could rock to the blues man playing the sax
Jazz made her cringe
Rhythms and notes, aimless and tangled
Randomly written in code
Goddess of the marsh, she was drawn to the river bank
Where the black swan never failed to amaze
Reminding her of lullabies and nursery rhymes
Swaying in her head like a metronome
She longed for the days of simple and sweet
Of tic tac toe and Superman capes
Begging to stay outside in the snow
Sun bleached hair, summer dreams
And she hated looking for a needle in a haystack
Mysteries made mush of her brain
Clarity was key, it was always key
To winning and wounding her heart
Claudia at dVerse Poet’s Pub gave us a grab bag full of characters and the freedom to “go a bit fairy tale or fantasy”. My eclectic mix included the following: needle in a haystack, blues man playing the saxophone, black swan , metronome, Superman, a Greek goddess.
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