[aboriginal art from google dot com]
TOPSY TURVY TURNING TALES
Music screeched to crescendos with tentacles
Wrapping spider's webs in diaphanous songs
The aliens had landed
Mother ship pods shaking giant red bean heads
Chattered verso lilting verbs in naming things
The beginning was near
Partying dog-eared dorks, hot lava like gyrations
Moved eager wallflowers to early Autumnal wilts
Heavens gates were closing
TOPSY TURVY TURNING TALES © gillena cox 2016
Perchance To Dream
[My video for choice today]
I especially remember that rumbling sound of your first stanza from some of my dreams.
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This is so detailed - each image stands out clearly. I think I might be a little bit afraid of this dream.
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Oh my, That sounds like a nightmare you lived. It has the scent of overbearing party goers. Great write!
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Partying dog-eared dorks! Best line ever.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping in to read mine Fireblossom
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Girl, you light my fire with this one! Fire, fire, ...
ReplyDeleteActually a dream can't get much higher than this!!
(That was one of my favorite songs, Jim Morrison's special.)
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Gillena, once again I love visiting to read your poems of music, parties and boisterous life! Even in dreams, this life sounds like a fun adventure (if a little scary at times too)...Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you for your appreciation Stacie, luv you term " boisterous life" it does have a Caribbean-ness in its tone
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