Ditch the ads, upload images and much more - upgrade today from 5.95/month!
Read • Contests • Groups • Learn • Forums • Store • Help
 

First Page..





Full blown dandelions on carpets green,
Pink petals swept in the breeze,
Fallen leaflets.. a lone seashell,
Bamboo basket
    with gathered raspberries..
I sat in their midst
    by the shade of my favorite Birch tree.. 

  ~ That was the first page in my dearest dreams..



A contest entry

Please tell me what you think

    : , Your review:

    Comment Suggestion: What is your your first impression?
    • Line numbers  • Invite them to read
    : no Cost: 0 free left 0 points, You have (?)

Comments


  • Yemassee gold member
    November 13, 2008

    Edit | Reply
    ~ That was the first page in my dearest dreams..

    Which of course suggests that it was the first of many...and the first of many fond ones too.

    I wonder if people who like to write poetry are more vivid dreamers than everyone else? I know I'm not much of a dreamer but I don't really write poetry.

    I like dandelions. My neighbor hates them so of course I never mow mine down.

    I'm seeing the scene, the dandelions, the pink apple blossoms (I assume) taking a break from gathering raspberries...a beautiful memory...but was that the dream or is now the dream? I mean that now you relive it via dreams.


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    July 3, 2008

    Edit | Reply
    My grandmother had us pick wild raspberries when my brother and I were young. OH she could make an amazing rapsberry sauce to go with home made tapioca pudding.

    Bet you didn't know you'd get that out of this read. Wonderful thoughts and ideas presented here. Thank you for such a delightful memory.

    ~Pamela


  • Pamela A Lamppa silver member
    July 2, 2008
    Edit | Reply
    Good Work. I will be back.


  • marlene47 silver member
    June 28, 2008

    Edit | Reply
    A gentle collection of your own meaning you have gathered under the shade of dream's reflection.
    Marlene