A pied piper chant that I would surely follow.

A lexicon of imagination weaving a lure to read more. Such is the case for this reader.

Woulda shoulda coulda
Why the hell didn't I say...
I thought you knew
Women's red and men's blue
Tongue tied at the rodeo

Patrick

Only words, Kate, but melodious and well-chosen!

a luscious tilt to this lilt
like the shore draws the silt
pulls me, lulls me, leads me on
makes me move like i'm a pawn
in some small particle race
where the art is to tickle my face
until i contort in the shape of poetic retort:

which is all by weak way of saying this is an inspirational piece, here Kate... I know, I've used too many voids to fill up this whole!

Peace always,
Roger

For some peculiar reason this makes me think of something saint Francis said. "Alway preach, yet if really necessary, use words."

And you choose you words as if picked off of a word tree with great loving and tender care. Yet, somehow, in a form of quietude. You have the gift of being a mystic. Ignoring worldly distractions.

You never cease to amaze me!!!! xx

"Leafy reaches of the mind"
Love it Kate.
:) Janna

awesome!

The words, 'Those Words' flowed so flawlessly from your pen to paper,
Cheers,
Dan

Sometimes saying nothing says more..dreamy colorful state Kate!
Christine

Kate, I love your way with words! Excellent!

Always,
Deborah

Some very dreamy words indeed. Love the way they flicker in and out.

Ron

Ah, it seems like everyone these days are writing about dreaming. Dreams are the windows into our souls. I love your hyphenated wording it expresses your thoughts very well. my favorite line:

Red-green apple orbs of Eden,
blue-green ocean drops of soul:

Lovely work my sweet friend, as always a pleasure to read you.

Peace, love and light,
Amber

Wow - This One's a Keeper.

Such delicious imagery gives added "punch" to the meaning within your verses, Kate. Thank you for sharing this exquisite gift of poetry. Love and best wishes to you,

Regis

great rhyme (internal as well) ... those words portray a snow globe-like picturesque scene of color, sound and being, echoing sounds and feelings heard and felt only by the unspoken ...

This I like especially that last line...e

What playful sonic elements!
Yes, I hear and hear these words resonate in my dreams too ~
xx

warm-sipped that lick sand fringes of the heart
love this poem.. then to troll the seas
in deepest tempest sonnet
Lady Mary Ann

I state and mate and take those words and caress and soothe and whisper my heart's desire.

I know whereas you are talking about here. It is the intangibles that we just can't seems to reach out and grasp with our thought process. Frustrating, but then, they are us, and that void needs to be filled with something. I enjoyed this.