It’s a lazy Sunday morning this end and we are encouraged to write a poem that, incorporates wild, surreal images. We are to play around with writing that doesn’t make formal sense, but which engages all the senses and involves dream-logic.
Like a bunch of ingenious ice-creams upon a tray of sugared sand
Grand strides of irrepressible impetus
So this is what they meant!
Hurdling over silver seagull and pink starfish
The shaking shore showering her interior with invitation
Both irises extending welcome platforms to The View
A lifetime of programming to
Take it In
Highly-sensitive ears assaulted by the inertia of the
Gathering helium-bellied courage
Charged like Winning Brew through wave and wonder
Exultant energy emitting from each celebratory cell
A gymnastic projection into the fragrant future
And she caught them!
Two ecstatic hands now holding on to happiness
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