Suspended in surrealistic paintings.
Cobalt blue sphere surrounds me.
Geo-synchronous orbiting goats, play instruments.
As love songs are sung by penciled mermaids.
Peripheral hints of maternal kindness, a baby being washed.
Gypsies clapping time to twelve string guitars.
Sanguineous burgundy wines, flow in torpid torrents.
Crucifixion photographed in silver, green-black tones.
Faces of love lift up my soul.
My hand stretching toward god’s countenance.
St. Michael’s fiery sword lights blue heavens.
Searing my eyes with his passion.
Time melts, begins to twist back upon itself.
Stallions chase doves across sunlit plains.
Water Lilies on a French stream soften, dots of light.
Pigments, creating worlds of color.
Indistinct images flow across my vision.
Details filled by cerebral camera obscura.
Puppy breath in the harvest time of leaves.
Backward rivers now flow through memory.
Snow swirls around street light halos.
Cedar smoke gives depth to blizzard.
Once more muscle tremors of love, call my name.
Tunnel lighting illuminates cavernous green rooms.
Pulled through canvas of experience, of life, captured in paint..
I am born anew… wet…dripping in anticipation of my history to come.
-DS Baker
Submitted by dbaker on 16 June 2007 - 9:10pm.| Updated 24 June 2007 - 11:44am.
Style / Type:
freeform
(3 votes)
you know...
the first thing I was going to say was “this isn’t poetry, it’s a jumble of thoughts!” But then I realized that you hit it f*cking perfectly, because this was a dream. You fooled me with this one, good write! Only thing I’d say is maybe add “a” before baby, but that’s just me.
My least favourite of yours I've read Dave
Effective images but they come out like a list. Got to say, other people’s dreams are way less interesting than our own,
cheers
I Love Your Vocabulary
Much like I claim I do with Playboy, I read you for the articles. I guess, although I don’t feel very well qualified to address this line of poetry, I’d like a little more leanness. (Does that (what I wrote) make sense? I sure hope not!)
Regards,
Chuck
PS: I think you might mean Minstrel or Minstrel’s in your title. I think you ran out of r’s in your cellar (or is that stellar?) supply—and I suspect ‘twas inadvertently that you did.
Cutting and Pasting
Sometimes when you cut and paste a piece in here you have to delete the “Title” else you get a double title on the post. That being said, it was lazy of me to not catch that spelling error. Thank you for noticing it. I will soon try to post a few more “Playboy” style comments on my blog for you to read…
All the absolute best!
-David
Work, stretch, take risks, visualize your future. Become the poet you have always longed to be. All that is needed is honest effort.-DSB
Minstrels
This is the kind of poetry I would like to write . It is like a delicate snowdrop in rust red earth.
pinksheep