Peered through the ideal imagery of petty dream-spun avenues. Brushed the quiet tides that rose in fluid blends of milky down. The clamour of the Westbound flocks that scarred the last in pulsing chevrons told of lands beyond the lay of harlequin recline.
The lilac swathes that bled to blue then proffered airs a saintly glow cooled in easy idiom, the rapid pyroclastic flow of dry diurnal doubt.
Aromatic night descended, petals closed on avenues to the path, the stars attended cold eternal retinue. Far ushers of the dew gilt foot in concert with the silver seethe, the mist in supple opulence, an opium to breathe.
You made the words tempting and wonderful. You made me believe the thoughts and the journey.
"The lilac swathes that bled to blue
then proffered airs a saintly glow
cooled in easy idiom, the rapid
pyroclastic flow of dry diurnal doubt."
The above lines. Wonderful and worthwhile. Opium is a dangerous drug. Make you believe. You are okay, even when you are not. Thank you Ali for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Thank you my friend- and I promise there was no opium used in the above- it was really just a metaph.. read moreThank you my friend- and I promise there was no opium used in the above- it was really just a metaphor for the addictive nature of the evening witnessed- I just couldn't tear myself away from it.
I bow to your talent Alistair. I do not have adequate words to praise the beauty of this poem on every level. Here I am put in mind of the Bard with the grace, language, eloquence, flow, imagery, metaphor, symmetry- ahhhh. Thank you for this gossamer treasure.
Posted 7 Years Ago
7 Years Ago
Thank you so much Annette- I am genuinely humbled by your words.
Thank you for taking your ti.. read moreThank you so much Annette- I am genuinely humbled by your words.
Thank you for taking your time to read it.
It was a beautiful evening, and , if Im honest- it's probably just field notes- as it was all there before me. It is a beautiful World, in times.
7 Years Ago
You are very welcome. Yes, I understand what you mean. I always say that I write what Nature dictate.. read moreYou are very welcome. Yes, I understand what you mean. I always say that I write what Nature dictates to me. It is a beautiful world, we just have to look!:)
I write because I cannot paint.
I enjoy the flavor of words, their subtle tastes and textures.
I savor their spice and their sea salt.
They are washed in on tides of thought, and i comb the strand.. more..