Summers and solitude, winters and wistfulness. God, Arctic snow and strawberries.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
july is defined by this dream
I want to lie down in sweet-smelling grass and look at the sky above me and not move an inch until the autumn storms sweep in. Then I will roll myself into a blanket and fall asleep in peace.
And maybe the alarm-clock can be transformed into a robin or something. Yes, I really belive I have wanted to do those things, escape reality on the coattails of a storm.
Have a peaceful time on the grass, pianopoet, and when the storm breaks I'm sure you shall be the true 'stormgazer'.
Yes, I had re-written the poem; I'm glad it moved you. Thanks. Fare thee well then, but return I shall after the 22nd of August.
Hah. My third offering. Over-praised, I must say, dear PP. Yet you keep on. You have a spare pin somewhere? My head has bloated to infinite proportions. Oh, well... never mind. Alarond commented. Haha.
One day I shall dedicate a Diamante to you. (With your permission, o'course.) Haha. {Yes. I know I sounded weird.}
hey poet..i liked the comment on my post better than the post itself..thx !
ReplyDeleteabt ths one, b'ful is the dream..so well explained, the intent and the cause...great !
there is sumtin diffrnt about ur blog...i liked it:)
ReplyDeleteAutumn storms, Stormgazer?
ReplyDeleteThat should be wonderful... more wonderful than starry skies hidden by murky clouds.
I really love your posts... volumes they speak.
"...fall asleep in peace".
ReplyDeleteAnd maybe the alarm-clock can be transformed into a robin or something. Yes, I really belive I have wanted to do those things, escape reality on the coattails of a storm.
Have a peaceful time on the grass, pianopoet, and when the storm breaks I'm sure you shall be the true 'stormgazer'.
Yes, I had re-written the poem; I'm glad it moved you. Thanks.
Fare thee well then, but return I shall after the 22nd of August.
Hah. My third offering. Over-praised, I must say, dear PP. Yet you keep on. You have a spare pin somewhere? My head has bloated to infinite proportions.
ReplyDeleteOh, well... never mind. Alarond commented. Haha.
One day I shall dedicate a Diamante to you. (With your permission, o'course.) Haha. {Yes. I know I sounded weird.}