A rudimentary craft
this dragon made of dreams
powered by liquid hope
and clever fools.
Kissing the clouds in a teenage fumble,
sporadic tufts of air sticking to its wings….
There is a trembling sort of certainty
here
a nebulous offering
to the gods of the sky
to the eagle me
that soars below, riding the slipstreams….
and
a bright heart
lit by a flashing emerald wish
to touch down again soon!
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
Haikus Senryus and Tankas about anything and everything
Poetry
musings on life | bits of psychology | attempts at poetry
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Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
Once lost
Silver Poetry 
Splendid imagery in this. 🙂
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I appreciate your comment xx makes me HAPPY!
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I love this…the image is remarkably beautiful too. Hope you’re well Arna.xo
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I AM well as a matter of fact, you too I DO hope xxxxxx
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Kissing the clouds in a teenage fumble,
love your words in this one… perfect imagery
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Ha That was me feeling very insecure in the airplane the other day!
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yes do keep rising and soaring, eagle you! I like that line.
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Thankyou… my wings are soft yet strong
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This is so very scrumptious. The tufts of air sticking to wings and the clever fools. Every last word of it. And the painting. This is officially your “swirl period”…hehe. Someday, I will hang some of your swirls on my wall.
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I don’t know what your walls look like but i can definitely imagine my swirls there! Thankyou for ‘getting’ my poetry xxx
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I can imagine it, too. And that means that it will happen. 🙂
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Spot on swirly!
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Reblogged this on Summons.
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oh THANKS!! xx
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What a book in a few lines of no fumbles! Incredible painting ~ definitely publish it all! ~xx
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haha I love your commentsxxxxx
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A ‘dragon made of dreams’ ~ gets to ~ ‘the eagle me’ ~ wondrous
Adore the painting too x
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Thanks Polly I LOVE your comments xx
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Wonderful imagery; finely written
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Thankyou, I love it when you notice! xx
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Love this! Keep up the great work!
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love that you love!
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“Kissing the clouds in a teenage fumble”
Oh such evocative use of imagines and ideas to create a poem that resonants within my own memories and dreams of hope. I would soar but do I trust the winds?
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The same for us all to different degree’s… the great wish to soar in freedom and faith but the niggling fear that keeps us on the ground…..
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Wonderful!
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Thanks Monica! xx
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Slipstream surfing on, floating in, soaring with– thank Silver’s poetry for a safe ride…
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you are welcome…we touched down with ease and grace…I tip my hat to you x
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This poem reminds me of a feather blowing in the wind.
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oh beautiful xx
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I really liked the line ‘My wishes are butterscotch gold’
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thankyou , I could see them hanging in droplets in the air and they looked sweet enough to eat!
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