Shadow wings
over a gypsum moon,
born of a soft white sun
in a brass-lamp world.
Paper dolls weep
in rain walls without doors;
tears are seeds of laughter
in the hands of an old muse.
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23 comments:
I can relate with the last two lines.
You imagery takes us to another world.
stunning images!
love it!
Very lovely!
Love this one Pat!
they are a trip :)
blessings
wow
now thats deep!
Great one. I agree with Polona on the images. Love the close:
"tears are seeds of laughter
in the hands of an old muse."
...in the hands of an "old muse"...
images are so vividly soft...
and clear...
the words disappear...
I really like the last 2 lines!
there's no muse like an old muse
well done pat
The last two lines are so true it hurts.
<whisper>BTW, I had to look up gypsum</whisper>
Softly haunting images.
tears are seeds of laughter
Soft and strong, those two words are the ones I like to hold hands with. Your poem offers that.
I like the palpable imagery in this.
I can't relate to the rain these days; it is more bitter cold frost.
Looking forward to the next one, as always,
Cahty
I like that old muse.
:o) :o) ;O) perfect
love ... rain walls without doors.
WOW!
great images.
love the last two lines.
Yes, stunning images, a trip into another dimension! My barren old reason is at a loss for words...
This is VERY nice, Pat!!
(check my sailing thread. I left you a note back about the Bahamas you might want to read)
wow!! this is really beautiful, Pat! I love your way with words!
Beautiful. I was also amused when I first read the last word as "mouse".
this muse reminds me of Homer's
Thanks Gautami!!
Thank you Polona!!
Thanks Margie!!
Janice, they are!! Thank you!!
Kai, just hand shadows on the wall. Thank you!!
Thanks Don!!
Have to find a way to entertain upset children on a rainy day. Thank you Vivian!!
Thanks Andrew!!
Floots, you are right. Thank you!!
Thanks Rethabile!!
Thanks MB!!
Thank you Corey!!
Thanks Paul!!
Cathy, I'm sure you can relate to entertaining kids on rainy days too. Thank you!!
Thank you Carol, I'm kind of fond of him myself.
Thank you Trinitystar, that was my favorite too.
Thanks Dsnake!!
Borut, I can't imagine your reason at a loss for words. Thanks!!
Thanks Pris!!
Urban Butterfly we have a mutual admiration society for each others words. Thank you!!
Vaughn, I've been called alot of things, but mouse... Thanks!!
Homer Wolscowsky??
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