Image from Tess Kincaid
Do not wake me
from my green dreams.
In them we are blameless
perfect, and the garden is ours.
grows through me
like the pit of a peach
I cling to,
fruit sweet and ripe
and dripping
with juices.
No, do not wake me
from my green dreams.
Here are 55 words (including title) for the toads at the Imaginary Garden about the picture from Magpie Tales.
Your words are enchanting, like the image is as well. I love the line about the pit of the peach. Marvelous!
ReplyDeleteI love the tone of this poetic creation myth that empowers the dreaming, that gives her the desire to remain in paradise--not because she's ignorant, but because her intelligence tells her that the grass is not only not as green on the waking side... but maybe poisonous, too.
ReplyDeleteah!! would love to be lost in such a dreamy world.
ReplyDeleteThis poem has amazing cadence. I love the blue marble world growing through.
ReplyDeleteI like the green dreams and specially this:
ReplyDeleteThe marbled world, blue and new
grows through me
Delicately engaging; delightful...
ReplyDeleteThose green juicy dreams sound pretty great, a lovely vision. k.
ReplyDeleteNicely done, Mary. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThis is so dreamy!! :D
ReplyDeleteWonderful and perfect for the picture. I smiled when I saw this line: "In them we are blameless
ReplyDeleteperfect, and the garden is ours." :-)
green dreams- how lovely.
ReplyDeleteWell, now I have to wake you. You should never have told me not to!
ReplyDelete:-) SHHHH
ReplyDeleteZQ
Until the bills need to be paid, then bye bye green dreams
ReplyDeleteI like this...green dreams.
ReplyDeleteEvery so often I am fortunate enough to have green dreams. They are indeed a treasure, and woe betide whoever would wake me from them!
ReplyDeleteThey sound luscious, those dreams!
ReplyDeletewonderful green dreams !
ReplyDeleteYes! This is what the girl is saying. You've captured it so perfectly in your poem. Nice work.
ReplyDeleteah those green dreams can be sweet..do not wake me
ReplyDeleteaah...the first two lines are enchanting.....
ReplyDeleteEach of us believes in a green dream only we somewhere the resonance is lost!
ReplyDeleteLoved reading it.
This is so fecund , well done
ReplyDelete... this is ~~ a great comment!
DeleteLush words Ms. Mary, I can feel the green.
ReplyDeletegorgeous, Mary ~
ReplyDeleteMmMm, here is a rhythm, a beat, a cadence - Green itself, sticky with life, daring. Beautifully written!
ReplyDeleteRipe and gorgeous!
ReplyDeleteYes, don't wake me either. Beautiful piece!
ReplyDeleteThat was a succulent piece done licking my fingers now. :^)
ReplyDeleteSuch lovely imagery you have painted with your words. Perfectly captured!
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