Flashing Forever

 

 

The moon peers through the curtain of night

which drapes the windows with star-flecked ink.

Silhouettes of shadowed branches write

poetry on the walls as I blink

and pinch the candle wick’s rising flame

to watch scribbles of smoke sign my name.

 

I crawl inside the layers of sleep

to be lured by the billowing loom

and fall down the back of dark so deep

that an ocean of dreams fills the room,

and I am a pearl within a shell

who's daring to dream and dreaming well.

 

From behind my eyes I rise unseen

and dance in flight on the shirring wind

and tip on toes across gamboled green

whose distance knows neither breach nor end.

My spirit soars and shines as ever

in winks of stars that flash forever.

Author's Note

Reviews

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

iloveit iloveit iloveit iloveit.. there is a definaite theme running through all your work, it's on the tip of my tongue but i can't quite put my finger on it. there's definately something.... it'll come to me.

anyway, what do you think about te poetry contests here. there seems to be a lot of them. is it a waste of time or are they serious contests?

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

To be honest, I don't know that I've entered any contests except for one, which I won, the prize being an autographed copy of the the artist's book, her name being VictoriaSelene Skye Deme. I was such a fan of her writing, and the contest had to incorporate the title of one of her books. Being the obnoxious competitor that I am, however, I included the titles of all of her books in the one poem. LOL! I ended up writing the poem entitled, "From The Gutter To The Jewel in the Lotus."

For me, I'd have to have a passion for whatever particular contest there is in order for me to participate.

[J. Alfred Prufrock]

passion for the poetry is a must, yes yes.

[Neville]

I am compelled to agree with my reviewing predecessors. This is smashing & that in my book is a compliment indeed.... All Good Things, N

[joshua deathdealer]

This is stunning. Visually and emotional. Very nice flow and dreamy. Well done. (:

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the stars wink as i write poems on the walls of my mind...

i love "gamboled green"

nice image of the green leaping and jumping in dance..."a pearl within a shell/ daring to dream/ and dreaming so well?

and then writing about those dreams so well...as this poem does.

nice work.

jacob

[Creepy Swine Guy]

This is fabulous! It is a visual feast from beginning to end. Every word perfectly chosen and placed. I am new to your words, but so far, these are favorites.

[TL Boehm]

shirring wind, gamboled green - love the alliteration and the end rhyme in this work I think the second stanza is my personal favorite. Well penned

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Love the moon so this caught my eye... sounds like a very relaxing and romantic dream.

[Daniel Sala]

Really beautiful imagery and metaphors, such a lovely description of falling asleep and the world of dreams within. These lines especially delighted me, so descriptive, factual and oneiric:

"I crawl inside the layers of sleep
to be lured by the billowing loom
and fall down the back of dark so deep
that an ocean of dreams fills the room,"

"From behind my eyes I rise unseen
and dance in flight on the shirring wind
and tip on toes across gamboled green
whose distance knows neither breach nor end."

A very precious (in a positive sense) poem, Linda, it leaves the reader feeling those nice, warm, feelings and states we lose or forget as adults which are so important. Glad I read this, thanks.

[Skye]

I was a bit apprehensive at first, the two beginning sentences didn't fit right with me, but after a moment, I was swept away. Some lines shine more brilliant than other, such as "and I am a pearl within a shell, who's daring to dream and dreaming well" but altogether, I love it. The tone seems wondrous, enchanted, and I'm glad I stumbled upon this :)

[David Lewis Paget]

The evocative language in this little piece surprizes and delights. I love the imagery of the candle smoke scribbling your name. Two lines stand out,

and I am a pearl within a shell
whose daring to dream and dreaming well. (but that should be 'who's, as in 'who is').

A little bemused with 'shirring' in the last verse. Should that be 'stirring'.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

Good catch on the "whose daring." I can't believe I did that, but I thank you for letting me know. It has been corrected.

I meant to use shirring, which is representative of the winds being gathered together, like the curtains referenced in the beginning stanza. Stirring would work as well though.

[David Lewis Paget]

We're never too old to learn, Linda. Your word 'shirring' does exist, according to the Oxford English Dictionary. Why has it taken me 69 years to discover it? 'Gathered trimming' it says. Bravo to you!