Friday, August 19, 2016

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[aboriginal art from google dot com]

TOPSY TURVY TURNING TALES
Music screeched to crescendos with tentacles
Wrapping spider's webs in diaphanous songs
The aliens had landed

Mother ship pods shaking giant red bean heads
Chattered verso lilting verbs in naming things
The beginning was near

Partying dog-eared dorks, hot lava like gyrations
Moved eager wallflowers to early Autumnal wilts
Heavens gates were closing
TOPSY TURVY TURNING TALES © gillena cox 2016


Blog hopping today in response to Fireblossom's prompt
Perchance To Dream
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads


[My video for choice today]

12 comments:

  1. I especially remember that rumbling sound of your first stanza from some of my dreams.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Björn

      Much love...

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  2. This is so detailed - each image stands out clearly. I think I might be a little bit afraid of this dream.

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Kerry

      Much love...

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  3. Oh my, That sounds like a nightmare you lived. It has the scent of overbearing party goers. Great write!

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Susie

      much love...

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  4. Partying dog-eared dorks! Best line ever.

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    1. Thanks for dropping in to read mine Fireblossom

      much love...

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  5. Girl, you light my fire with this one! Fire, fire, ...
    Actually a dream can't get much higher than this!!
    (That was one of my favorite songs, Jim Morrison's special.)
    ..

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  6. ⚡😄⚡🌹
    Happy you dropped in Jim

    Much love...

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  7. Gillena, once again I love visiting to read your poems of music, parties and boisterous life! Even in dreams, this life sounds like a fun adventure (if a little scary at times too)...Thanks for sharing.

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  8. Thank you for your appreciation Stacie, luv you term " boisterous life" it does have a Caribbean-ness in its tone

    much love...

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