Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Flash Fiction 55 — There in my dreams

In one ray of light a dust particle sparkles in flight.
I ride on it.
In the gondolier's melody my name is sung.
I cling to a building as a speck of
cardinal red paint,
then am a thread freed from an awning
of bright aquamarine
floating in heady air
into this canal of dreams


My post written in exactly 55 words for Flash Fiction 55, now hosted by the lovelies over at imaginary garden with read toads


Fireblossom said...

I can't think of a better city to have such a gentle colorful dream about!

susan said...

Reading your poem was like seeing Venice through Canaletto's eyes :)

Leovi said...

Nice photo, I love these beautiful colors, Venice in a dream!

kj said...

lydia, is it time to publish your poems? write a chapbook?

you have grown so much; your craft. you give me hope for myself

i love when you personify…

your pal

Rob-bear said...

My goodness, what an interesting poem — from colour to colour and form to form.

Your work just gets better and better!

Blessings and Bear hugs!

Kathe W. said...

lovely imagery. I was in Venice once when I was only 15- it still shimmers in my memory bank.



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