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Reflections

Scrambling from a turbulent stream

breathless

                  I dream...

of sailing in a sea of daisies

drifting to buttercup bay

enticed by the scent of jasmine

and the aroma of new mown hay

 

swimming with a school of angelfish

engulfed in a swell of warmth

floating on a tide of reflection

                   I wish...

for

    the

          greener grass of home.

 

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Laura Taylor

Fri 6th Jun 2014 09:33

Hey, howdy chap! Long time no see!

What a delightful poem. I can see you've been playing around with language in your absence :) Some lovely images in this, and a nice little twist at the end there.

Hope to see you some time mate :)

<Deleted User> (6895)

Wed 4th Jun 2014 20:44

nie poem indeed.xx

Kenneth Eaton-Dykes

Tue 3rd Jun 2014 18:26

Hi Mike. Good to see you surfacing again.

Nice poem.

Was that dream the result of a healthy
nights kip.

Or one of the more pleasant symptoms of dragon chasing?

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