Reverie
Dreaming that the ocean floorswims above my head, thoughts
come in waves, rippling
around my convoluted mind.
Inverted skies beneath my feet,
sun warms my soles, lightly
do I dance, pirouetting
over silken clouds.
Travelling to the horizon
prising blues apart, slipping
through a space and embracing
an enveloping world.
Poetry by shells
Read 845 times
Written on 2012-05-08 at 18:37
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
Chaucer Whethers |
Hans Bump |
Stan Cooper |
SNOW BREATH |
Elle |
Texts |
by shellsLatest textsReflectionFall and Rise Silent Self Unsettled Taking Control |
Increase font
Decrease