Waking, I heard a lovely song.
Somehow, the music didn't belong.
Bell-like in tone, to softly please.
Perhaps was only summer's breeze.
Dreamlike music, not lasting long.
I opened blinds and there, askew
pocket-size fairies spritzing dew.
Midst them smiled a green leprechaun.
Their tiny laughter welcomed dawn--
wee pixies only rainbows knew.
Sun starts its rise and day begins.
Their music stops, their graceful spins.
Quickly, they leave in group as one.
In dawns, I search; in wind they've gone.
They filled my dreams with violins.
Originally submitted January, 2022
Totally rewritten June 13, 2022
for Tall Tales Three Fantasy Fiction Contest
by Jeff Kyser
5th place
Miniature Bats with big blinky eyes batting butterscotch kisses
Baby belly flop Frogs that happily hop and squiggling Lilliputian Octopi
Tiny hats on Teensy Teddy Bears casting star bright wishes
Squeezable short-legged Dinky Dogs that are eating Pie-In-The-Sky
Lil' Bitty Butterflies that spread their wings like a whizzing carnival ride
Pocket Size Pixies dusting Boxcar Buggies with carts that whirl and glide
Baby Grins that play hide and seek with every Peek-A-Boo Lullaby
To my chagrin and giggles, heavenly hearts fly off to Lollipop Skies
The itsiest-bitsiest, mini-infinitestimal treasure that is never seen as it is
magically small
Is the giddiness and joy of cuteness that brings so much happiness to us all!
July 17, 2019
Miniverse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
Live your life like fun , don't cry for wrong and right...
When it comes to taste , you can't go for a balanced diet...
Times moves on and on , like rising and falling tides ...
Life is meant to face , so you can't restore to hides...
Flow spontaneously like a river , high spirited like the sky...
Be vibrant like the bird , and open your wings to fly....
Value each smile like pearl , though it may be pocket size...
Just believe you are the best , there your worth lies....
Toil to your heart's best , leave the rest to divine ...
When blessings combine with efforts , zero can be turned to NINE.....
Tingling lights clutch my aching heart
Emerging my frail nerves beyond a virgins silence
Quietly a familiar embrace breathes calm rain
Interfering with my lonely tattered pleasure
Pocket size holes float softly through my dreams
Basting scarlet rose petals near my cheek
And beautiful wonders sprint through endless time
Of an unchanged memory flashing deeper into my intimate desires
Falling deeper I entangle myself in passion
Residing my changing heart on garden lilies
As I rest swaying hopscotch moments in a bucket
Urging to escape through the eloquent fingers of truth
I’m momentarily blinded, transforming my secrets, my desires, into fading reality
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