Sleeping tigers

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 ♥

(c) copyright .

Reviews

[Jibey]

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..

I liked this poem a lot...

[STAR CHILD]

wow wonderful it draws you in and holds you all the way through

[Daniel DeLorez]

Great write. :) Lovely imagination. I wouldn't change a thing.

The only error I saw was the two "the"s in "gently flowing with purpose to the the soft heart center"

Also some punctuation would be nice. Still, this is a solid poem. :)

[Star Wolf]

This paints a very lovely picture of tigers basking in the sunshine. I really like it just as it is, great work! I enjoyed reading your poem.