Walking down the memory lane, in this shape poem.
I dream of silver stars and billows cottony,
tied delicately in bows
and sprawled beneath,
tied delicately in bows
and sprawled beneath,
Dancing, gliding,
I paint my dreamscape,
dripping my brush in
palette of life – vibrant
and rejuvenated,
I paint my dreamscape,
dripping my brush in
palette of life – vibrant
and rejuvenated,
with giggles of summer days
and warmth of winter morning,
I tie a wreath of
silken solitude,
on my door.
The moon would sprinkle
silver dust,
borrowed from celestial past,
cosmic ages ago,
when chasing butterflies with
fluffy white lambs,
was all I had to do.
silver dust,
borrowed from celestial past,
cosmic ages ago,
when chasing butterflies with
fluffy white lambs,
was all I had to do.
Memories may haunt me down,
but I would cherish and hug them,
like an old friend.
but I would cherish and hug them,
like an old friend.
Sitting by the lake
we will chat,
about years gone by.
we will chat,
about years gone by.
This is new to me.Nice.
This is stunning. Such beautiful words too. I really enjoy reading your poems. Thank you so much for linking to Prose for Thought 🙂 x
Lovely poetry… Nicely done…
I have never come across shape poetry before and I am loving it. The words seems to mean so much more – loving this #prose4t
You know for me this poem means so much more in the art form than just in the text. I would love to have the tech know how to do one of these. Enjoyed this.
That is fantastic. Both the words of your poem and making an amazing picture out of them. Very clever. I really enjoyed reading your post. #Prose4T
So clever! I tried this myself once but failed totally! I love the picture of the girl.
Amazing words, gorgeous shape!! Lovely poetry for the free write prompt, Raj! 🙂
Well done!
oh the butterflies and fluffy white lambs made me smile… i adore a good shape poem and yours is done masterfully
WOW, I love it. Love the poem and lovity love the typographical artwork. Too cool! ♥