WISPY * W O R L D S * of * WONDERLAND

You are a poem painted wine blush

Richly on canvas rhythm, lavender lips

Lightness of hands, fingers caress.

           

Your name paints rose petal kisses

Across my lifted neck, as the shy sun

Licks drops from my sea-salt skin.

 

You are hues of rivers and rains

Tints and shades of desert-rift ripeness

Mountain-valley birdsong in mists.

 

Your colors dab-dropped on landscape

Across the azure sky, stroke on slow stroke

Olive and emerald on richest forest flower.

 

You are wispy worlds of wonderland

And the wind in two-toned lilac summers

Loves to dance in your sky-soft hair.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is a delicious blend of (1) floatingly flowing imagery (2) subtle attention to word sounds (3) uninhibited combinations of observations. Each of these is nicely balanced into a lyrical whole. There's a severe lack of "wonder" in the world these days. I love that your writing resembles your title. I try to maintain a sense of wonder, which requires unplugging from the droning hoards quite a bit *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[An owl on the moon]

Well, you said it, Margie! Yes... I fear wonder is going by the wayside. I see people staring at their phones as a sunset floods the sky, and it makes me weep. May wonder always fill your eyes. :)

[barleygirl]

"Staring at their phones as sunset floods the sky" . . . true brilliance, my friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Kelly Scheppers]

I felt anointed with a euphoric feeling, like the awakening of spring, when I read this. You consistently engage the senses, time after time. Much enjoyed this, my friend!

[An owl on the moon]

Ah, and spring is my everlasting joy. Thanks so much for your presence here, dear Kelly. :)