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Post by goldenmyst on Jun 8, 2022 10:33:18 GMT -6
Baobab Fruit
The magic hour of nightfall approaches We follow the avenue of the baobab trees to the home whose hidden history cries like a nightingale in the forest of dreams The path between the old souls made of wood is cool and dark as the black forest on a gothic evening under the howl of a hyena moon
The sky has a salmon-pink tint and the lemony perfume is from the baobab fruit whose sunbeam egg was laid by the snake goddess when gargoyles presided over a kingdom of totems
Milky Way meringue of nest eggs in her eye a dragon’s sky
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jun 8, 2022 21:30:03 GMT -6
Nice picture your words paint, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jun 8, 2022 22:42:21 GMT -6
Thanks, Foxy. The first poem of mine I've liked for a while. Very wild imagery.
XoXoXo John
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Post by goldenmyst on Jun 8, 2022 22:43:23 GMT -6
Love your tag accompaniment. Including that line and the image really was groovy.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Jun 9, 2022 9:33:07 GMT -6
Your words painted the picture, John.
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Post by goldenmyst on Jun 9, 2022 11:45:10 GMT -6
Gracias mi amiga.
XoXoXo John
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2022 2:08:01 GMT -6
WOW! You really take us there in this one John! For one, i like all your work but yes, the imagery and even the sounds and lemony perfume smell of the fruit really come through here! This was incredible! Well done my friend! Now..let's see...how to get back home from here since you placed me at this path...hmm..can't even get good wi fi here...(moves to the right a little) OOOP! There we go..(calling Uber)...
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Post by goldenmyst on Jun 12, 2022 5:57:57 GMT -6
Huge thanks, my friend. So very glad for your perceptions of this poem. Love your humor here. What a wonderful understanding you have of the feeling behind this poem of mine. Really truly you completed this poem for me as a writer. I thank you from my heart.
John
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