etched out my hopes and dreams
imprinted myself in purple perminent marker
join me
take a jar
pick a color
scrawl yourself in words
tonight we'll catch fireflies
and watch our shadow verse
dance in the light
across table clothes
amid garden statues
along manicured hedges
aloft the stars
join me
take a jar
pick a color
& scrawl yourself in words
dVerse Poets Ball: In celebration of three wonderful years, dVerse Poets Pub is throwing a ball. The festivities are already underway with poets all over join their voices together to bring this event to life. With a backdrop like the Boboli gardens one can only imagine the magic surrounding this event. I, myself, found my way here on the back of a beautiful blue butterfly.
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| There's No Better Way to Fly (my new notebook) [image by rmp, that's me] |
22 comments:
This is full of wonderful imagery that sets a perfect mood for the occasion. I like the idea of inking myself with a purple market in poetry.
I didn't see this linked to dVerse!!! I'm sure others would love to read it.
... well thank you, I think I will. And don't be shy link it up!
that would be very cool...to write on the mason jar and let the fireflies inside light them up....that would def set the ambience....
oh i love fireflies...and my color would be indigo tonite... the title is very cool as well
What a wonderfully colorful verse!
loved dancing on the tables with you :) and in my neck of the woods, when you pass around a jar, it may be filled with something other than lightning bugs - wonderful poem! K
Great imagery in your poem, rmp! I love the idea of dancing shadow verse.
I admire that refrain of taking a car and picking a color ~ Yes, lets catch fireflies and dance across the tables ~ Good to see you in the ball ~
I can't wait to pick my jar. Hope there's a bright pink one. Nice celebratory poem, and cool that you're coming on a blue butterfly.
Mason jars, fireflies, and poetry--three gifts from the gods, I believe. Beautiful words here.
This virtual cyber explosion of fellowship, poetry, & love has nearly exhausted me;l but glad you could make it; thanks for all the times you have stopped by my site & left pearls & kisses.
Oh I love this! Catching fireflies--brings me back to my country girl roots! How lovely to run barefoot through a garden, sharing laughter and camaraderie and joy. My imagination rejoices! Thank you!
Lovely imagery RMP...fun to imagine such a scene.
love these colorful words made of joy...lets celebrate..
I would write with a deep midnight blue...lovely thoughtx
scrawling yourself in words
wonderful image...that is what poets do.
sure we shall catch those fireflies..nice meeting you here in the pub..have fun:)
I choose yellow - and I'm only one jar (read that it could be one star) over glowing with the lightning bugs that set our words to flames. Thanks for your reading of my poems, and your support. It is much appreciated. G.
Ahh..i love any image of fireflies..as truly they are magick to me when young..but far far..away from greater civilization i live in today...
But at least in your lovely words..
the image of Magick of fireflies come again!
to FLY! here in poetry of word!
So pleased rmp that your butterfly found us, its a great night and you have added to the spectacle. Enjoyed your poem.
Let the fireflies show the way, and put ones words on display.
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