eclipse Posted March 19, 2015 Share Posted March 19, 2015 In rooms of my mind the lifting perfume lingers-winding towards a dream, night's blinds are drawn, the aroma's ecstasy, mirrored,lumes, the stilted haze and flowers furnish, bind in the summer screen of the Magnolia gardens slumbering ease. Their is a war of wry wistfulness in the gardeners caress. The honey bee carries it's score of nectar, the train continues it's tour through a democracy of the senses to select the candidate that is most likely too sanctify-a bird hovers nonchalantly in his republic of land and sky, flowers seduce hand and eye, divining answers. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
dr_con Posted March 22, 2015 Share Posted March 22, 2015 Barry, This is one of my absolute favorites of yours! It is as rich and sweet as your subject, for a moment the room was enveloped in a perfume most profound. Really Good Work! Juris Quote thegateless.org Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
eclipse Posted March 22, 2015 Author Share Posted March 22, 2015 well thank you dr con Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Benjamin Posted March 25, 2015 Share Posted March 25, 2015 A complement of (hopefully) pleasant days to days to come. Well written with rich imagery and phrases that evoke alternative thoughts. I liked: "There is a war of wry wistfulness" though wondered if you meant "Theirs"... Your political analogies include: "democracy of senses" and "republic of land and sky"... Made me think.. "Freudian".. as our much longed-for, end-of-term general election looms in May. Much enjoyed. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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