Paloma P Poet Free verse

Frigid Sunrise Passages

there were endless baubled
      babbles in her head,
yet, she spoke nary a word,
scribbled 'pon careful avenues
    neath cautious sky cover,
her notions were 
   silver lined intended
      amidst dandelion wishes,
but the waylaid winds
  always whisked them away
    as insignificant gray clouds 
         unquestionably appeared
     beyond shadow's fair conditions,
   whilst torrents smeared
       a reigning scrawled disarray,
  deluging what was left of
          her frigid sunrise passages

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Lim'Rik Flats November 12, 2016 at 8:12 AM If I was Jack Nicholson's Joker (batman) I'd be saying, "Where does she get those toys?" Pre-coffee read — two wowsas and a side of fry-brains. Now I gotta go bauble some babbles — Ok, three wowsas. Cheerios ~ j Paloma P November 16, 2016 at 1:03 PM Who reads before coffee?! :) Merci and Cheerio.

Maurice Yvonne October 9, 2016 at 5:53 PM Excellent. Love this poem...let me go read more. Paloma P November 16, 2016 at 1:02 PM Many thanks Maurice.

Robert Warlov October 9, 2016 at 5:34 PM The sense I get is that, in spite of your "dandelion-wishes", the poem insists upon writing itself. Paloma P November 16, 2016 at 1:02 PM You got it, thanks Robert.

Daniel Turner October 9, 2016 at 4:20 PM It is a metaphor of broken dreams. Very well written, Paloma. So poetic! Paloma P October 9, 2016 at 4:38 PM Much appreciated Daniel, thank you!