Egg rains on a cloudy day
Crack shells to show new visions of you
Sat bathing, hair dangling, new birth
With passion of thy tender love
A dog barking to announce ooh-rah
Like the trumpets pronounce in chambers
This is vision surrealism of view
Seen with red feathers in your presence
Anchored on invisible strings from the heavens
Red cells of blood, to form life, to form you
Life of your being, of your purpose
To be of this realm on touch down
On egg's island, a Faberge of you
Coming on a chariot as royal to a throne
Where, treasured shells carpet the floor after birth
The making of you
I envisaged the making of you, sage
I saw your prominence before you were crowned
very nice imagery friend, liking your new blog layout, sorry for the absence, but im here now ;)
ReplyDeleteLet us stand together as we launch arrows at the gently falling eggs, laughing together hysterically all the while!
ReplyDeleteWe shall never be short of blood again ,a healthy situation for all concerned
Where I see red feathers in your presence
ReplyDeleteAnchored on invisible strings from heaven
and
where treasured shells carpet the floor after birth
were my favorite lines.
Well done.
This flows very well and the images are quite dramatic--well-done!
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