The ecstasy in your eyes.

Foreign silence beside fever roads:
the aroma of fog carries
the wind and twists delirium
as the red geraniums
fall to cold dune fields
sleepily in
cypress dreams
picked by
lodged to frosty solitude by the
sand hills. A blue dream flew above
aural ice chips; the dream-like
shadows slipped from dew where
the ecstasy in
your eyes is
like a fire
to me,

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23 replies

  1. I really like the ending! Nice poem πŸ™‚

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  2. Oh wow, this is so beautiful! It reminds me of a Tennessee morning during late Winter/early Spring. Poems like this are my favorite types, when you can feel like you’re standing in this perfectly painted landscape. Truly amazing ❀

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  3. You create some wonderful images!

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  4. “red geraniums
    fall to cold dune fields”

    so evocative…just grand poetry!

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  5. Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:


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  6. Hi, Lucy!

    I have nominated you for the Sunshine Blogger Award, which you can read more about here: Thank you so much for your writing, and happy Saturday!


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  7. Your blog is growing considerably large! πŸ˜€

    You definitely deserve it, your poetry is awesome!

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