Tuesday, June 28, 2011

I Sleep soundly



Magritte Mask Reveal by Rene Magritte thanks to Christopher Heyworth

Shape-shifting and flitting beyond the wizard’s curtain, I’ve felt
Pepper kisses from the universe upon my cheeks. I’ve seen the
Copper haze float over the mountain tops and settle in the tree-tops,
Inhaling the shade and spitting cool fire onto the silent sands. The
Grace of being lies beneath the surface and I sleep soundly.



 
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5 comments:

  1. KellyJune 29, 2011 at 12:16 AM

    Ooh, I love "inhaling the shade and spitting cool fire" and "the grace of being lies beneath the surface." Lots of mystery here.

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  2. AnonymousJune 29, 2011 at 5:35 AM

    I like what you did with the wordle; some lovely phrasing here.

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  3. AnonymousJune 29, 2011 at 8:32 AM

    This is lovely...I've been working on a few prose poems myself lately. Yours is incredible. It feels good to read it...like a live well lived.

    I'm also LOVING the picture!!!
    ~Brenda

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  4. Traci BJune 29, 2011 at 9:14 AM

    Wonderful wordling. Took me right off to dreamland - in a good way. :)

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  5. AnonymousJune 29, 2011 at 9:40 PM

    This poem is such fun. You must have enjoyed writing this. I agree with Brenda: It made me feel good reading it.

    margo

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