Sunday, April 8, 2012

Magpie 112

Rose-leaves and hope.

Dreamland cloudy,
I call to you from inside
My cracked and broken shell
Of reality.
Take me away
To a place where
My smeared crying eyes,
And my tousled, ruffled hair,
Can breathe a breeze
Full of rose-leaves
And hope.




Thanks to Tess over at http://magpietales.blogspot.com/ for this wonderful prompt.

9 comments:

  1. a breeze full of rose leaves -> i'd like that. i harvest rose petals and the smell in the container is heavenly to the nÂȘth degree

    birth death its all the same

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  2. smiles...hope they come for you...the breeze of rose leaves and hope sounds wonderful...smiles.

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  3. I like it, and especially

    "breathe a breeze
    Full of rose-leaves"

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  4. Reality so often seems like it is cracked and broken, but we have to take it like it is...and live it to the best of our ability!

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  5. Nice:

    "Can breathe a breeze
    Full of rose-leaves"

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  6. Hail, brave fellow Venusian psychonaut !, lovely piece

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  7. You put the picture into words. Nice magpie!

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  8. I'd like to breathe some rose leaves right about now....

    =)

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