Still.
Slow down.
Silence the world.
Do you hear the breath of skies,
nesting yet again on shifting azure?
Trace the quivering steps to kingdoms,
where lightning kisses softly and
thunder seduces with decadent caress.
Sway with the muses, live a thousand lives
in the change of traffic lights,
while Calliope points a gun at your head
and rainbows laugh in psychedelic couture.
Dissolve into the liquid audio marble
and inhale the world you feel, but cannot touch,
locked within a cotton atmospheric whisper.
A contest entry
- swallowing clouded day-whispers by Pamela A Lamppa.
1750 points, ended April 12, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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This calls to mind a Dali painting...
I love the surreal quality.
The lines that stands supreme here;
"Sway with the muses, live a thousand lives
in the change of traffic lights"
I have seen you weave this sort of magic before
where everyday calliope joins seamlessly with
divinity's hush. Blue
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I love surrealism.
And that line really is something that just popped up and surprised me as well, because it is simple and yet so effective. 
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I really like this. It makes me think of looking up at the sky and for a moment losing track of place and time.
"live a thousand lives
in the change of traffic lights" is a wonderful line. Well done.
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Thank you very much. It was a fun one to think and I definitely went outside my element with the more urban vibe. I am glad it is liked.
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You have taken this prompt to such an interesting place. Almost surreal. I like this.
I wonder if we could ever hear the breath of skies, maybe we feel it sometimes when we are not listening. I bet we don't spend enough time listening ...
Thank you for entering your poem in this contest. I enjoyed your thoughts very much. ~Pamela
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Yup, surreal was the intention. I had fun doing this one.
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