“The Art of Collecting Poetry” author Brian Paul Allison is my guest on WriteSpa’s BlogTalkRadio show on Thursday, April 3 at 5 pm ET/2 pm PT.
ready for tea;
high up on the mast;
the moon starting to bloom.
a short tunnel; encountering a story-teller at the tavern; painting your room hydrangea blue;
enchanted berries; a crested ibis gliding past your window; good news.
gold trinkets; gamboling with the lambs; following your bliss wherever it leads.
a different way out; jumping into starlight; following the stream to its source.
the best hiding place; the perfect porridge; integration.
light from behind the screen; returning the favor; dancing in the spring sunshine.
blue sky behind it; drinking in the light from the wild crow moon; talking it over with the magpie.
a pile of radishes; twirling the batons; leaping like a giant over tree tops.
beware the thorns; waking up in your tent in the Tundra; being on the outside and looking in.
a twinkle in her sky; knowing just the right words to say; a slow movement.
rowing across the lake to a friend’s house for lunch; hundreds of shootings stars overhead; lying in each other’s arms in the grass.
lost in the sunshine; the rope bridge spanning the abyss; granting the wish.
the ram showing you the way out; sleeping in a hammock in the cloud forest; gasping for joy.
the mouth of the flower; transforming words into stories; being greeted with the phrase, “Hail, fellow, well met!”
gazing down on the city; in the pouch of the kangaroo; skipping stones.
seeking the answer to the mystery; a long, quiet afternoon; a friendly trickster.
purple; becoming a feather and learning to float; wild horses scraping the snow away in search of spring grass.
March 16, 2013
planning to meet by the windmill; waking up and finding your shoes filled with loose diamonds; the face of the cliff.