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Of time and tale of blue
Dreams of the blue tigress
reached the Indian boys slumber
He awoke with scratches
but thought nothing of it
and into the forest he went
Dipping his hands into clay
wiped being upon his face
closed his eyes to drift away
and followed the sun...
Heat measured steps
lighted along
a vision quested pathway
spoke secret depths
as he went further into the jungle
stopping at the sound
of water falling down
He breathed in and was swept
by the smells that had crept
from all the blossoming flora
Upon opening his eyes
at the edge of the sky
stood the blue tigress...
just the mist
a cliff
and a dream
Sacre' Blue
And he dove...
reached the Indian boys slumber
He awoke with scratches
but thought nothing of it
and into the forest he went
Dipping his hands into clay
wiped being upon his face
closed his eyes to drift away
and followed the sun...
Heat measured steps
lighted along
a vision quested pathway
spoke secret depths
as he went further into the jungle
stopping at the sound
of water falling down
He breathed in and was swept
by the smells that had crept
from all the blossoming flora
Upon opening his eyes
at the edge of the sky
stood the blue tigress...
just the mist
a cliff
and a dream
Sacre' Blue
And he dove...
Published 5th Jun 2013
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Anonymous
5th Jun 2013 4:09am
Well written imagery soul!
5th Jun 2013 5:59am
Anonymous
5th Jun 2013 7:44am
This is just so pure and beautiful, heartfelt!
The vision quest, yes, I have often contemplated on that same theme. As the natives go into the jungle, the aboriginees go on a walkabout, mans jungle is called Life...
One for my reading list so I can re read it!
Thank you for sharing this wonderful inner vision!
The vision quest, yes, I have often contemplated on that same theme. As the natives go into the jungle, the aboriginees go on a walkabout, mans jungle is called Life...
One for my reading list so I can re read it!
Thank you for sharing this wonderful inner vision!
5th Jun 2013 2:16pm
Indeed Life:) Thank You for reading Me Dear Queen humble and grateful!!!
Anonymous
5th Jun 2013 8:39am
"Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic"
Serene and lovely poem.
Serene and lovely poem.
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5th Jun 2013 1:14pm
Sheer beauty; the words describe a place that the soul wishes to see. lovely!
Red
Red
5th Jun 2013 2:19pm
Indeed Dear Red Always the ultimate are the leaps of dreams!!!
Thank You:)
Thank You:)
5th Jun 2013 5:24pm
Our lives are empty without dreams and ambitions,and to take that initial step takes a lot of courage, as in your leap of faith!
Soulfully written...like it!
Soulfully written...like it!
5th Jun 2013 6:38pm
5th Jun 2013 9:28pm
You're a master of creating an atmosphere,
a touch of sound here, an image here,
and a landscape is created within
words.
Very well written as usual, Soul :)
a touch of sound here, an image here,
and a landscape is created within
words.
Very well written as usual, Soul :)
5th Jun 2013 10:09pm
You are so kind Dear Scribbler...I am thankful it conveys well...I worry of these things considering my love of the cryptic...sometimes I wrap too much in that and don't give enough...Thank You!!!
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