The "Reality" sequence is developing and growing, I'm getting feelings that another one is in gestation and should be arriving fairly soon. In the meantime I present the third poem.
Third Reality - 23 Jun 12
Fierce rain
Biting through clothes
Sky bruised
Beaten with a whip of ice
A kiss from a Phœnix
Warm feathers caress
My face
Maidens dance
In formal moves
Scarves draped
From silky wrists
Sun hides his face
Embarrassed
Watching the dance
Knows he cannot join
Simply watches
Wishing
Desire grows
I
Touch
You
These poems are showing more than a hint of Surrealism and this really pleases me ~ thank you Muse.
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it is quite surreal! and interesting how you go from "My face" to "his face" and back to
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Touch
You"
i love this entire sequence and look forward to more!
Thank you dani ♥ for your lovely comments ♥
Delete"My face" and "I Touch" are indeed part of the "me" image ~ "his face" is that of the Sun, so it seems as though there is a curious disconnect but it is logical ~ in as far as any surreal thing can be logical.
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