Sunday, August 2, 2015

Lil

    Image from Tess Kincaid

Do not wake me
from my green dreams.
In them we are blameless
perfect, and the garden is ours.
 The marbled world, blue and new
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.  

31 comments:

  1. Your words are enchanting, like the image is as well. I love the line about the pit of the peach. Marvelous!

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  2. I 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.

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  3. ah!! would love to be lost in such a dreamy world.

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  4. This poem has amazing cadence. I love the blue marble world growing through.

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  5. I like the green dreams and specially this:

    The marbled world, blue and new
    grows through me

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  6. Delicately engaging; delightful...

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  7. Those green juicy dreams sound pretty great, a lovely vision. k.

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  8. Wonderful and perfect for the picture. I smiled when I saw this line: "In them we are blameless
    perfect, and the garden is ours." :-)

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  9. Well, now I have to wake you. You should never have told me not to!

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  10. Until the bills need to be paid, then bye bye green dreams

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  11. I like this...green dreams.

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  12. Every so often I am fortunate enough to have green dreams. They are indeed a treasure, and woe betide whoever would wake me from them!

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  13. Yes! This is what the girl is saying. You've captured it so perfectly in your poem. Nice work.

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  14. ah those green dreams can be sweet..do not wake me

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  15. aah...the first two lines are enchanting.....

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  16. Each of us believes in a green dream only we somewhere the resonance is lost!
    Loved reading it.

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  17. This is so fecund , well done

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  18. Lush words Ms. Mary, I can feel the green.

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  19. MmMm, here is a rhythm, a beat, a cadence - Green itself, sticky with life, daring. Beautifully written!

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  20. Yes, don't wake me either. Beautiful piece!

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  21. That was a succulent piece done licking my fingers now. :^)

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  22. Such lovely imagery you have painted with your words. Perfectly captured!

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