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blue glass ceiling

in dreams
the corridor to you
remains open
you say
"enter, my Love"

no bridges, no rivers
to cross,
nothing to say
nothing but this

there are no words,
only poems,
there are no poems
only poets, there are
no poets
only lovers who dream.

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No blue thought here, all is blissful,
dream on I shall not disturb you.

Love Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

haha. the do not disturb sign, eh?


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I like the title and the poem but can't reconcile the two of them lol.................stan

howdy Stan, neither can I. how's them apples? we finally agree!

actually i was at a loss for a title, then I looked at one of my paperweights, and voila! a title!


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where should historical marker be placed? lol. Is this a request for title suggestions? The only time I asked membership for suggestions for a title it came out very well........................stan

Actually Stan, the title was a bit of serendipity.

Blue refers to sky and glass of course you see through and ceiling means limits.

So I think it works.


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Anna can't you see
the title is the setting
the ceiling of the placing of the two
and the light cast on them is beautiful blue.

Transparent, at least the first half,
then poetry creeps in to take centre stage
and we lose the two in our philosophising.

Love as aye Ann

"The image of yourself which you see in a mirror Is dead,
but the reflection of the moon on water, lives." Kenzan.

I drifted right up there... To the glass ceiling with one read. It's ethereal, light and uplifting.
Bloody marvelous is what it is!


Ahhh, you got it Boni! Thank you for the read and floating with me.


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This writer lives for dreams. I can go any where and with anyone I want. No questions, no obstacles, no rules. I love this poem for it's simplicity. And by the way the title drew me in hook line and sinker, I LOVE great titles. You have a winner here in all aspects.

Rottie - Kim

Pegasus was a genius,
living within a suit of difference.
He liked what he was,
nodded in respect and
simply flew . . . away.

By: K. Mulroney

" I am who I am, say what I say, do what I do. With no apology."

Want to steal that final stanza as my own lol..perfect ending.

"The perfect woman perpetrates literature as she does a small sin: as an experiment, in passing, to see if anybody notices it - and to makes sure that somebody does." - Nietzsche

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