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  >> Campfire Creative >> Poetry >> Nature >> ID #1545183  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
A World of Imagination
Watching clouds on a warm summer day
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[Introduction] Lying in the fragrant grass on a warm summer's day... the clouds tell a story not of this world.
HuntersMoon - Gone4Awhile    Lying embraced by fragrant grass,
the bright day becomes hypnotic.
I watch the clouds as they tumble by
sculpting shapes and forms exotic.


Myst-ing up over goodbyes    Leaving the worries of the day,
I seek their etheral embrace.
Their form and essence call to me
my imagination gives chase.


Sticktalker    Oh dear, oh dear, woe is me
whatever is going to be
A line or two of doggerel verse at first
Is going to make me absolutely burst

Love you, Lyle!    What's this, a poet named Sticky?
A talker to the wind, who,
thinks verse is very, very tricky!
Now a poet too?

Lie sublime in sweetest bliss,
whilst unicorns float on by.
Gentle breezes lightly kiss,
as I breath a sigh.



ShellySunshine    The wind has blown
so must my cover,
I must leave the field of clover
and find my missing lover?

Night will dance
across the moon
the stars guiding me home.
I need my lover,
will I find him soon?





HuntersMoon - Gone4Awhile    Yet still the clouds tumble mockingly.
The pale evening light, so cleverly,
carves fantastic shapes that call out to me
with coquettish glimpses, teasingly.

And with the darkness, reverie ends
as I leave the realm of my new friends
where water and light, in an ageless dance,
await patiently to once more entrance.

HuntersMoon - Gone4Awhile    Nothing lasts forever, it's said.
This verse now joins the realm of the dead.
Its meandering ways will find final rest
as we leave with a murmured "We've done our best."

The End!



© Copyright 2009 HuntersMoon - Gone4Awhile, Myst-ing up over goodbyes, Sticktalker, Love you, Lyle!, ShellySunshine, (known as GROUP). All rights reserved. GROUP has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and its syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work.

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