Oh this is beautiful. A pleasant surprise after dem lukewarm pieces...hehe ;-)
Seems as though although the moon is no longer shining, the dawn simply brings insomniac induced visions of the last evenings activities. The leaping Cheshire leopard! The hypnotic spooks, made magical by alluring moonbeams! A poets memories. And shooting stars. Ahh, yes. A quote may rouse me, but trepidation seems to be your breathless aphrodisiac!
A great contemplative piece!
such a great poem for such a small poem.
it is soo beautiful and kind of leaves you feeling warm and happy inside, yet for me, sad because i cant relate to the poem.
Well, since this is another walk. I take it to mean you are heading somewhere. Toward the light, or is the light coming nigh to you? Perhaps it is coming nigh to us all, or at least those enlightned...and eventually we will all be breathless.
neat,you are gifted by the art of speaking so much in less words,you just tell what you want to so easily,it flows smooth as a plain area river,i loved how you ended it,is it a firefly or something luminous,nice,
The flow and feel are so wonderful in this piece, illuminating the heart and soul. Simply love the line: The vagaries of your nearness... Excellent write.
Very nice, I like it it. The second and third lines remind me of this mornings loud lightening that woke me up. I'm almost sure someone lost a tree. And my lab took off to her hiding spot.
The rest of the poem reminds me of something much more special. It's a lovely poem, Emily.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..