~ capricious whimsy

I crash

        into my dreams 

               paint'd with feather'd

                 ginger brushstrokes, 

         sumptuous watercolor awash

                               in dripping

                                     imagination's blithe

        seemingly 

                    endless allusion's

                        dreaming awake in

                      

                            heedful disposition's regard

             taffeta angel's render'd bliss

                       dancing, effortlessly

  

                              upon my palate's

                                         every desirous 

                                                    capricious whimsy  

Author's Note

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Frieda, this poem reminds me of an oil painter gently applying choice colors of paint carefully to the canvas...it is beautiful and whimsical. "seemingly endless allusion's dreaming awake in heedful disposition's regard." I'm not sure what it means, but it sounds absolutely beautiful. Can't wait to read your other works of art.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for such a glowing review Anne, muchly appreciated.

[Angie G]

You are gifted with your words.. Thank you for sharing your talent!!

[Ravyne Hawke]

lovely.. your words are delightful, truly artful

[prachi prangya agasti]

sounds lovely while reading.... beautifully played with words.... sweet piece.... :)

[Rebecca Buller]

"I crash into my dreams paint'd with feather'd ginger brushstrokes..." Beautiful, indeed. Frieda, you've written yet another whimsical masterpiece. Thank you for sharing it with us:)

[FlamingPhoenix]

I find this beautiful beyond words!

[Rita L. Sev]

taffeta angel's render'd bliss... Love this vivid, gentle image... A contented sigh in these lines, Frieda!.

[Tai Ryens]

Enraptured by the contents of a portrait you painted yourself, I think you express the emotion quite vibrantly. Well done!

[Saddam]

You painted my desires. Love to read it.

[Sami Khalil]

You make us dance effortlessly on feathered dream state not wanting to wake up and be in this mad world of capricious whimsy. We pour imagination on palletes of watercolor bliss waking up on cloud nine...A splendid penned poem...:).................

[Baby Ricochet]

Nice whimsical piece Frieda