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Around The Lane

Sky's paramount is in spaces in between Nature's brim and outer black galaxies, Atop like a chalice in the trees— The red sun's bliss on moon trapping; By the midst of stars that seep; Flowers in sparkling wrath happening In cold's spring— And so the wheel's turn-out of dreams; Heaven by herself seems A bright sting my eyes keep—

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Eileen Manassian

Date: 8/8/2024 4:59:00 AM

I liked the chalice in the trees. Your imagery is so unique. Wheels turn out of dreams... another one. So much for the reader to picture. Thanks for sharing.

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 8/7/2024 8:00:00 PM

There's great movement in this poem, from trees,from sky and into the galaxy. The final lines sings a prayer.this is a remarkable work.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 8/7/2024 4:51:00 PM

Creative lines penned. Very descriptive of what we see from earth into space in wonder at the beauty to behold. Thank you for sharing these lines with us. Sara K

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 8/7/2024 4:23:00 PM

Some great phrases in here of clever images, Paige.

Yann Rolland

Date: 8/7/2024 3:19:00 PM

wonderful imagery, waw this is brilliant yann

Ink Empress

Date: 8/7/2024 12:47:00 PM

Whoa a knife to your wings! What a powerful metaphor! And i love “ black galaxies” brilliant! You are such a gifted soul! Your way with words is truly captivating and soulful! Pleasure reading you .. sending you light always