Dancing tigers, sitting quietly on the frosty bench looking outwards towards the melting skies their noses pressed up against the window their breath making misty glass eyes peering all around the glass bubble of time and space
feeling somewhat sleepy a brilliant white light penetrates the screen of perceptions and dives through the layers gently flowing with purpose to the soft heart center which was fleshy, alive receptive
Magic, glitter ,expansion
vibrations now creating ripples outwards new air waves, pinks, whites, sparkles subtle invisible, transcending , inviting
the tigers now kissing the sun the sky and above become one ♥
The use of the tiger image is powerful because of the natural strength and grace of thhese creatures, both fearful ('tiger,tiger burning bright' - Blake and all that) and beautiful... but wild and savage and able to mount and mate like human lovers... Somehow, throbbing in the guts of your tigers, is this vitality, this energy, this vibration that resonates with the heat of the sun..
This reads like a stars constellation on a winters night...
I am not sure of all of the symbolisms here, but I know I enjoyed the way I felt the poetry.
The use of the tiger image is powerful because of the natural strength and grace of thhese creatures, both fearful ('tiger,tiger burning bright' - Blake and all that) and beautiful... but wild and savage and able to mount and mate like human lovers... Somehow, throbbing in the guts of your tigers, is this vitality, this energy, this vibration that resonates with the heat of the sun..
This was such a pretty poem :) It had this peaceful feel to it you know? And kind of a magic feeling too, I could picture the tigers, the while light, etc...Yes you are allowed to say you love your own poem, be proud, you've done a good job :)
this is a fun poem to read. it's always cool to read a piece that puts a little smile on your face while you read it. it definitely did feel magical. I look forward to reading more of your material. Welcome to writers cafe.