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Daddy Goose38 Member
since 2010-09-04
Posts 430obama's a rice paper tiger |
Gossamer Fantasies Napping one afternoon, I dreamed I tripped, and fell over a cloud. The cloud was actually solid. I ran my fingers over it. It felt moist and cool to the touch. It felt smooth, mushy and puffy, delicate, feel-through gossamer, like candy that has not yet set. The exquisite outer skirt of a storm goddess? I wondered how it might have felt to have been borne aloft, in her arms, ascending, higher and higher, through dizzying and windy heights, Please, take me Higher ... still HIGHER ... even HIGHER! Please, please, I plead, take me EVER HIGHER!! ... take me Higher!!! HIGHER still. Please, take me to a place where gossamer pillow fantasies come true, Borne up, up and away from the ground, the earthly and profane, to fuse with Sky and be with her. I wondered how it might have felt to have held airy dreams in my arms ... But then I woke. I had to come down from the dizzying heights and the clouds, where people have to wear protective clothing, and carry their own oxygen to breathe; down ... down ... down ... down to the dirt, the earthly and profane. It was just a dream, but I confess, that in my eyes there were more than just a tear or two of longing. And even the act of writing this enhances and amplifies that longing for someone who seeks someone like me haunted, sad, and beautiful ... Spirit of the Night ... |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Jaime, this is the type of poetry that you write and no one else seems to touch. It's whimsical, thought-provoking, visual and very real. I like it lots. Thank you, Jaime Friend, Alison |
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