I fell asleep
On A cow pasture
Like a good old country boy
On a lazy summer day
I used dried cow flops
As Pillows
I was sort of tired.
Dreamt of goats heads
And pagan gods
Bad taste in my mouth
And cigarettes.
Saw butterflies exiting cocoons
Drying their artistic painted wings
Gently flapping into the wind
Tiny fairies roping sparrows
Saddling and braking them in
Like wild broncos
Riding them into the sunset
Like fantasies of Pegasus.
A leprechaun I saw slinking aboots
At the edge of the woods
Gathering his gold
Collecting it into a crock
A crayon color rainbow
Following behind.
That’s not a thunder storm
You hear at a distance
But gigantic harmless ogres
Playfully wrestling and chasing
Each other atop
Stormy clouds
Over the next valley.
Rain, rain go away
And don’t come another day
So the monkeys climbing trees
Can continue to play.
In my dream a lovely lass
I felt kissing me
About my face
Felt so good, it seemed out of place
Woke to my surprise
A Jersey cow was licking
My face.
From there I ran fast and away
Not looking forward
To lay myself to rest
On that cow pasture
Another day.
ha ha that's funny
I love it so much I head to read it twice!
And could not stop laughlin
Excellent write and imagery
Enjoyed this one very very much!!!
Love Peace and hugssss....Morning Star
William, couldn't wait to get to the end of this humorous dream...I just knew that cow was going to lick you in the face! Thanks for sharing a nice writing.
William,
I could feel the dreaminess of this poem..through your wonderful imagery and senses. Very nice writing and I love the little twist at the end.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
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WHISPERS OF THE HEART is artist and author J. Allen Wilson's second book of poetry.It can be autographed and shipped within 48 hours of order. NO LONGER AVAILABLE.
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Walt
I love it so much I head to read it twice!
And could not stop laughlin
Excellent write and imagery
Enjoyed this one very very much!!!
Love Peace and hugssss....Morning Star
Love,
ET
Isn't it always the case, great dream of being caressed, only to awaken to a critter licking your face? lol
Kathy
peace and love, Carole~
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Bad taste in mouth and cigarettes? Yukko!!
Georg
I could feel the dreaminess of this poem..through your wonderful imagery and senses. Very nice writing and I love the little twist at the end.
Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"
Your dream sequence has the ring of truth to it. lighty floating alng to its logical oucome
john+
newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D