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
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6 comments:

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…

love
your pal
kj

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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