wake up! world MAG

June 13, 2014
By t.lee. GOLD, Ridgefield, Connecticut
t.lee. GOLD, Ridgefield, Connecticut
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It is 11 a.m. and the world looks like
it has gone to sleep
The pittering rain sings a gentle
lullaby; soft waves of mist
envelop oak trees in a silken blanket.

I step outside my slumbering house,
Opening my bright purple umbrella
the white polka dots shine
against the somber forest of olives and periwinkles.
those pearly circles
Eyes twinkling against a dark mauve sky
have already kissed the stars
swished their skirts, pocketed their halos,
tiptoed gracefully off the stage.

so wake up! world
there is no use in your longing glances
or your murmured lullabies.
Bridges have already crashed and burned,
comets leaving icy blue trails in their wake –
but even those chunks of rock
fade with time.



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t.lee. GOLD said...
on Jun. 13 2015 at 4:48 pm
t.lee. GOLD, Ridgefield, Connecticut
19 articles 0 photos 14 comments
I'm glad you liked the imagery of this poem! Thanks for reviewing.

on Jun. 10 2015 at 10:44 am
nelehjr DIAMOND, Lingle, Wyoming
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Favorite Quote:
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

Good imagery.




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