catch at dreamscape
slip it…sketch and patch
it into mind fullness
attach its shimmer
much as laundry on a line
fresh aired for use fullness
fold it…name it
for the hell…delight of it
to be universal wise with it
this humanity of nakedness
and tests you didn’t study for
and getting lost in castles
and skin shedding snakes
and smiles with missing teeth
and falling from Niagara
and lucid flying…stretch
lift and drift and soar
above its life dream fullness
Bonnie Marshall
Artwork by Lois Dodd
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Wonderful to start the day with Bonnie. You reading has a lot of “soar” in it…!
Then, I’m happy you found this in it, dear Jana. I sense you feel very deeply in writing your own poetry the wanting to relate to readers…and you always do. Smiles.
Everyday pays the bills. Extraordinary ascends.
Hello, Sharon, and thank you for commenting. I appreciate it. Smiles.
Like a test of the ideas we should really one day fulfill (in a pretty way, of course. I always wanted to roam a real, enormous castle! 🙂 )
I read that people often dream the roaming of a castle or mansion. I do, and it’s fun…what I can remember of it. Thank you for your comment. Smiles.
For me, it is sometimes a scary experience, but an adventure non the less! I am glad your castle dreamscapes are enjoyable 🙂
Mostly so, although I get lost. Do that in real life, too.
lois dodd’s artwork certainly causes one to “lift and drift and soar” as does your poem. the synergy creates an experience more “than the sum of its parts.” on a rainy day it has lifted me. — michael
All good, Michael. Thank you. Smiles.
*blows in the wind*
Thankfully there’s Word Press. Smiles…