Expression Of Movement

By skinner_jennifer

Mon, 25 May 2020
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6 comments
 

Brain power breaching

the fringes of logic,

snail's shell carried

on course of adventure,

 

a probing seeker

nomad of words,

fluttering pages like

an inquisitive breeze,

 

expression of dreams

in May's shadows,

gazing down empty

country lanes,

 

where chamomile yields

daisies appearance in

lushness of green banks,

spy gathering swallows

overhead, atmosphereic 

gliders, no matter horizon,

 

like a chameleon ghost I

curl and twist, enveloped

in currant of air,

invisible as evening's

iridescent sun sinks low.

 

 

 

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Poems
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Comments

Submitted by onemorething on

This is lovely and green, Jenny. I like the spy swallows too, never thought of them as that before and the adventures of snails. Rachel :)

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

I may be wrong in my interpretation- but I felt this was a mindful adventure through your imagination as you attempted to capture elusive images and focus your thoughts on them- I found this poem very compelling and the descriptive images lovely and evocative of a new story just coming to life.

Beautifully written -

Penny4athought

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

nomad of words is an interesting expression for seeking to write down impressions. It sounds like a dreamy time looking out in a warm and breezy May day, and imagining travelling slowly like a snail, but observing all around in sound and texture. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you Rachel,

I was thinking along the lines of the snails shell being my mind, a nomad where the imagination cannot be controlled even though we're in lock down.

I've noticed a lot of swallows around recently, which is usually the sign of a hot summer. Hope it's not one of those on steroids.wink Don't think I could stand that much heat.

Anyway I'm happy you enjoyed and thank you again for letting me know.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Penny,

you got what I was saying exactly right. We might be in lock down, but our imaginations can take us anywhere we want to go. I know your imagination takes you to many far off places, isn't it wonderful?

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts. Happy journeys.

Jenny.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Thank you for your insightful thoughts on my poem Rhiannon. We miss so much of nature, but going at a snails pace it's easier for our minds to take in every bit of beauty and imagine the colours all around, like just how green and lush the grass is and wild flowers that grow between those blades. Just seeing it from the snails perspective must be like an amazing green jungle.

I love your idea of it being dreamy, that's a perfect way to describe what I was seeing when I wrote this poem. Thank you so much, and for reading too.

Jenny.