ethereal light shimmy
protruded through pale drapes,
my aches as moving from bed
to floor,
mouth dry tongue stuck
and contorted,
folded into some origami,
a dream shelved
some fragments hinted
at a vividness by spangling
in my conscious,
today would be different,
all ideas of what would be
had silted and taken ferment
for me to sift and filter
in an abstract way,
and collect my thoughts and speak
ignore at the time the cacophony
of voices that had alternate advice,
she would be exquisite as usual,
the dragon of my yearning
would have to wait,
until that moment of coda
Love the rhythm and phrasing of this, flows so well!
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I can imagine having written this myself … especially the idea of thinking different today, oh yeah … very cool and sad at the same time …
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2012/04/coda-of-crows-dragons-angels-and-swans.html
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I like this. The idea of thinking today will be different, the aches, the dragon of yearning….your images work together very well!
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