~ capricious whimsy

I crash

        into my dreams 

               paint'd with feather'd

                 ginger brushstrokes, 

         sumptuous watercolor awash

                               in dripping

                                     imagination's blithe

        seemingly 

                    endless allusion's

                        dreaming awake in

                      

                            heedful disposition's regard

             taffeta angel's render'd bliss

                       dancing, effortlessly

  

                              upon my palate's

                                         every desirous 

                                                    capricious whimsy  

Author's Note

Reviews

[Bright Ocean Star]

Frieda, this poem reminds me of an oil painter gently applying choice colors of paint carefully to the canvas...it is beautiful and whimsical. "seemingly endless allusion's dreaming awake in heedful disposition's regard." I'm not sure what it means, but it sounds absolutely beautiful. Can't wait to read your other works of art.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for such a glowing review Anne, muchly appreciated.

[DIVYA]

Reading these beautiful, lovely words, I want to crash into my dreams too. Can't wait for this dreary, long day to end. Thanks for the treat of a read Frieda.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for the treat of your luverly review my friend.

[Vidya Bacchus]

Oh sigh .I believe this is one of the best poems I have ever read .You feeling better chica ?

[Frieda P]

Woo, I'm saving this review, thanks Vidya, getting there, thanks muchly!

[Vidya Bacchus]

You are welcome :)

[Rossen]

Lovely lite meanderings in a masterful stroke of eloquence...thank you for the pleasure
of your words,100/100




Rossen

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much for your glowing review Rossen, muchly appreciated.

[Rossen]

You know how to make them with style lady...

[Frieda P]

Thanks again, you made this much too early morning, worth losing sleep.

[lee von cleef]

and so you are
Awake when you should be floating in the layers of a dream
Our gain the dreams loss
perfect for the snow swirling spring
promises of daffodils.
their noses breasting out of the ground.
Bright yellow points out on Why Mt. Arkansas.

[Frieda P]

*Smiling* here, I think I like your review better than my poem. ;-) Grazie mille....