Utopian thoughts

I glide serenely on polished floors,
no hardskin to mar my course,
I have the pale pink
of carved alabaster,
I am cool and uncreased,
I have ceased to age
and have become
the most veritable of Sages;
I predict your fortunes,
inspect palm lines
and send you all
to exotic locations
be it sand, the abrasive
grit to exfoliate yourselves,
mineral laden seas
and purifying mud baths
where you wrestle off
all those aggravating things
and fling yourself down
mountain slopes
with all the joie de vivre
of a seasoned proffessional
and I guarantee, no broken limbs,
I give you wings

Go my geese
while I sleep
soft eider dreams.




Poetry by Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-09-08 at 09:54

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cory Crook
Makes me think of the costruction of our own lives and the end makes me feel winter more power to the core
2009-09-30


Zoya Zaidi
Dear Emma,
What a fantastically beautiful write, in your inimitable style...
Just loved it!
Love, Zoya

PS by the way, I just re-read this lovely
comment from you on my poem:
'Illusion, Reality Fantasy and Dreams'- after a long time and
am really humbled; coming from such a
competent and sensitive write- one of my
favourites- is a huge compliment, which
delights me no end...
(((Hugs)))
Love
2009-09-27


NicholasG
Lovely and humorous. I can't wait to become a mud wrestler although I'm already quite good at being abrasive on the occasion. :-)
xox Nick
2009-09-08


Eli The PoetBay support member heart!
These words were indeed a joy to read. Your skill at crafting a flow is exquisite, healing, and shall I say, almost utopian. :)
2009-09-08


shells
This is absolutely fabulous! Has a superior quality to it with its great throwaway style of writing and the last three lines round it off perfectly, it's bookmarked.
2009-09-08