This is so agonizingly beautiful. There is a wistful desperate longing in these words that draws me into this beautiful daydream. It takes me back to a time when a beautiful poetess and I shared many days when moments as these you have so eloquently penned were not only real, but commonplace. So lovely. Well done.
I love how you weave threads of gossamer thought throughout your dream. Fragments of reality and whispers of other worlds all melt into a wide-eyed experience unlike any other. What extravagance for one to see her fragrant smile.
“There are certain half-dreaming moods of mind in which we naturally steal away from noise and glare, and seek some quiet haunt where we may indulge our reveries and build our air castles undisturbed.”
― Washington Irving
Enchanting, I feel like I was peering through the keyhole of someone's dream. This was amazing, it felt of flowing silk and beautiful gardens. I truly love the way this piece made me feel inside.
there is a longing here, a strong urge, a passion...but
at the same time...there is such a peacefulness to this...a calming feeling from the read.
jacob
Posted 11 Years Ago
11 Years Ago
I'm so glad that you liked it. Thank you for reading. :)
I would love to get lost in your daydream of blue, exceptional beauty,
You painted an intimate bliss here, I love how you bring "Felicity" to live by just dreaming in imagery, that rich... this was real serene art with a light erotic and romantic touch ... idiosyncratic nicely done m'dear :) thank you for this lovely write...
Tahlequah the beauty ,wind ,and you found a quiet spot in the unending wind,a calm of poultice healing words,to toss the dazzler down by the river,then a red n black Ganado so two can sip, screw top wine, counting broken cotton dancing in the sun beams.Good end to a long day, dark now, now to find Tahlequah,
A very pretty, colourful poem, crafted and composed rather like an equivalent impressionist painting. A kind of nature dream. Written with an intelligent, yet fairytale charm - as if a discerning artist were examining the innocent qualities of a talented child's watercolour, splashed with gentle raindrops...
His willow's leaves kissed at her stalk and she'd sigh.
ache!
The whimsy in this...overwhelming to say the least! Metaphors of flowery delight, you crafted this poem with such artistry...I wanted this fantasy to go on and on and on...thinking now of a Midsummer's Night's Dream. Beautiful!
I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way - things I had no words for.
Georgia O'Keeffe
All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind. -Aristotle
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