Social fretwork
I posted a thought,
it flew away
down through dark, cavernous
cyberways,
to bump and grind
with other lonesome thoughts
in the hotbeds of social fretworks.
And worried then
where it might go
unguided, misunderstood
to liaise, frolic and fret
argue, debate,
opinionate
in a world of posts,
untethered,
away from me,
gone, awaiting its return,
alone
Categories:
fretwork, allegory, computer, loneliness, social,
Form: Prose Poetry
Majestic colours
Line the room
Red, Orange Gold.
Champagne bottles
All popped their corks
Stand tall on shelves.
Mirrors, Mirrors
Fretwork frames
Everywhere reflecting
Orange lighting.
Tallow hanging
Like pearl dropplets.
Arched doorway
Draped in red velvet
Tied back with
Gold sashes.
Pictures, pictures
Hang all around
Past and present
Black and white.
Busy, Busy,
Mind racing
Will I write?
I think not...
Categories:
fretwork, imagination, places,
Form: I do not know?
Farm in view with a field full of cows
Golden mist of grass on the ground
Afternoon light.Colors change +glow
Just for a few minutes then darkness
The night was silent.Courtiers enjoin
Banquet hall lit bright with candlelight
Soft glow shines through the fretwork
Rich golden liquid Midsummer revelry
Ruby ripe pomegranate and rose petals
Beautifully carved gold goddess statue
Hair decorated with flowers and ribbons
Minstrels play dance melody in the gallery
Develish dancer natural grace delicate face
Click of metal heels on the parquetry floor
Sequinned dress spun centre of dance floor
Nursing pretty delicate wide glassed cocktail
Sweet scented oils delicate fragrance at door
Warm play of breeze on pearled slender neck
Posies white moonflowers catch her breath
Strawberries fermented honey scent of jasmine
Wreath of flowers whole grove of long willows
Long leafed tendrils flowing gently in the wind
Tiny pink roses lavender and hemmed lovage
Night air smells of wood smoke + blossoms
Categories:
fretwork, life, mystery, passion, places,
Form: Shape