dolce far niente

 

a breath of love
wraps me in its embrace...
as i lie dreaming 
under scarlet and violet hues
of subtle odors
lingering in the satiny air..
i lie dreaming in
the embrace of my reveries
 i dream
as moonbeams fall
on midnight dew
brushing somnolent blooms
glazing sleeping wings
moonbeams glitter 
on a breath of love
as it wraps me in its embrace
like nuptials of a new day
day and night twine
at the witching hour..
a surreal bequeathing..

i feel a pain 
in my heart
like an open wound
i feel it bleeding
and my last thoughts
before i drift off...
and yet
I live..



#vers libre



 

 




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64 thoughts on “dolce far niente

      1. No instructions only prescriptions lol. I just write and the reader has his/ her perceptions about it. I simply leave it to the reader.

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      2. I can feel the stress and the anticipation! Well, all the hard work is going to pay off! You are doing what you do best. I can almost see you , Lord Zoolon.

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  1. tired blooms still hold a fragrance
    to lift a sole to clear a mind
    words too, refresh ones mind
    like yours, they lifted my faltering sole
    put me back on path toward my goal
    life a longed for springtime stroll

    (never let your inkwell run dry)

    Mick

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      1. Forgot, πŸ‘¦πŸ» Yeah, were both fine now, Aileen trying hard to stop smoking, and sticking to a diet, oh and stopped drinking coffee. She going for an x-ray on here knee soon, from when she had her fall, otherwise the music playing, but the cupboards bare, πŸ‘ΌπŸ»

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      2. Good to know you both are fine, sorry , I simply don’t understand why people smoke. Sorry 😐 grrrrr. Well, be behind her. Hide her cigs , put up a huge no Smoking sign, the works I can’t let my friends smoke. I simply put my foot down. If you want to be friends, that is, friends have to stop you , holy smoke. I am rambling.

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      3. oh rambling rose
        where you wander with your prose.
        oh rambling rose,
        we follow every path you choose.
        rambling rose,
        petals velvet soft, bloody pink.
        oh soft primrose,
        one of springs first hello’s.
        oh soft primrose,
        soft mauves, white’s to yellows.
        oh soft primrose,
        found on shady hedgerow banks.
        oh soft primrose,
        let there be forever grateful thanks.
        to you my friend,
        for all the lives you have enhanced,
        as well as mine
        . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Mick

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  2. I look forward to a collection of your work one day, just so I can see how the color changes from poem to poem.

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