Well, that's kind of what poems are for me. Word posies: little bouquets of words that though smaller than novels, keep my inner reader happy with powerful sensory and emotive cues.
On Mondays, I like to share these word posies with my readers. Comments are disabled so you can enjoy the gift of poetry then mosey on along to your list of daily do's.*
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A Writer’s Reflection
~Tina Gray
This face in the mirror is beckoning me-
Luring me into her world;
An escape from this barren reality
Giving breath to my poetic sword.
She seduces my heart with her enchanted words,
And summons my soul to her lair;
Where hypnotic nuances entice my dreams
And compel me to wait for her there.
I cannot resist a lark so divine,
As my spirit has need to renew;
So mounted on currents of moonbeams we ride
To this place where sweet madness ensues…
And we waltz with wild flowers encircling a flame,
Keeping time with the pulse of the sea;
And seek our reflection in droplets of rain,
Against shimmering backdrops of leaves.
We drink dewy moon-beads and eat golden stars,
As we slide down the evenfall trees;
And sing with the dulcets of warbling larks,
Taking flight upon gossamer wings.
We live as ghost shadows atop pebbled walls,
And converse with the babbling stream;
Then rise into heavens painted with clouds,
Reaching port in their netherworld scene.
Once I’m returned to my common world vale-
My vision still roused from the sights…
I fervently script each vivid detail
And seek my repose for the night.
Yet still she haunts me, even in sleep…
She’s bidding me back to her cove;
Promising more of these visions she keeps
In her realm where illusions unfold.
Dare I pay heed to her fanciful verse?
Dare I reopen this door?
For I fear if I linger on this phantom path,
I'll renounce what is real evermore.
