Ribbons of Curiously Spinning Tales

Morning rises in such extraordinary ways; touching on what is real

When you have been spinning round in fairy tales

Where stars are silver haired ladies whose souls have awakened

The smile carried deep in the pockets of mist filled clouds

Revealing an upside moon unveiled

North winds created doorways radiating single rays of light

That changed the stories old familiar taste

Within dreams a new flame burns on the rosy cheeks

Whose ears are now bent down to hear music

A sleeping soul will make

The heart of the sky melts into bowls; fills them to their brims

Full of sweet thoughts to save for a rainy day

Unlike the ones you read in those books you treasure

They dwell inside your heart softly listening

For you to come and play

Tangled up in fantastic ribbons of curiously spinning tales

One's imagination can escape innocently

Into places where everything flows purely fantastic

To carry on with them when morning rises

To touch upon their reality

Author's Note

I like to chase fireflies.............

Reviews

[SpokenWord]

We use to catch them as children but I wont ever tell you what we did with them after we captured them. The heart of a child is pure but their minds are wicked beyond belief. I wish I could remember more of my dreams. Someone once told me that when we dream it is actually our souls leaving our bodies and going on an adventure in the universe and we see it or remember in the form of a dream when we wake. A beautiful thought to me for many reasons. Beautiful write like your other works and other great pictures that you find for your poetry.

[Ravyne Hawke]

This is lovely, Neva.. such beautiful imagery and an excellent flow.. I was always cruel as a kid to fireflies.. now I am bewitched by their beauty. Excellent job!

[iamkim]

I would love to turn back time and start when I was still a little girl and be amazed once again by the stories my mom tells me every night before I'm off to dreamland :) Nice one Neva!

[Pollyanna]

You have done a beautiful job painting a picture of something so innocent and pure!

[al winter]

I just love it! Are you a morning person?

[Ladysue]

oh we use to catch there as children too...such beautiful images you present...'the heart of the sky melts into bowls' lovely work...

[Lilly Negoi]

WOW!!
"The heart of the sky melts into bowls; fills them to their brims
Full of sweet thoughts to save for a rainy day"
my dear Neva - this poem goes into my faves if only for these two lines!!! this is gorgeous!

[unknown]

We often live within our own fairytales and dreams, eventually they will be caught. Lovely poem Neva :-)

[David W Moore III]

So this is the nonmelancholic version of dreams! Actually mine was more about dreams for the future but nonetheless, this is endearing and captivating. Love the fireflies. I also like how you've given this piece a dreamlike quality of it's own. Nicely written!

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Dreams are meant to be chased but you will have to jump over the hurtles of reality. Some really beautiful imagery you paint with your words.