Slipping from my dreams to
Hail a moment of consciousness —
Even singing out from the image,
Even clip-clopping and bleeting to
Prove to me that such a scene, such
Heady heavenly simplicity still
Exists this very day under
Romanian morning light —
Does little to stop me from
Envisioning this becoming
Raptus memorious all too soon.
Written for Friday Flash 55 - My post in exactly 55 words - for the G-Man.
10 comments:
ah i hope it does....how cool it would be to be out with just you and the sheep...peaceful i imagine...sure there are times of excitement and all but...
I know scenes just like this play out in other places. Sheep have the rightaway in Ireland and Scotland and probably other places too. Your poem makes me want to raise some sheep instead of these damn chickens!
I hear chickens are interesting and that sheep are a royal pain in the ass. I think raising goats would be fun.
Now I want to watch Babe.
Beautiful! may all his sheep be sensible and calm!!! ( mine never were-)
Lydia...
I loved the complexity of your post. from the obvious to the assumed to the structure. You just didn't throw this together, you worked hard with a lot of thought, and it shows.
Loved your Carpathian 55
Thanks for this fabulous contribution to the Friday Funfest
Have a Kick Ass Week-End
oh Lydia this is wonderul- the poem the image all in just 55 words! WOW
Beautiful.
Hello everyone~ I appreciated each of your comments so much. Sorry not to reply individually this week. ♥
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