Dreamed about safe arms, sun & curled daffodils. A crying Cherokee, sitting under a palm. Pearls and stars roll down his cheek. He shivers so softly. The hair’s shining. Visions flying around in the air. A sparkling boy running over the beach. His head is full of cobwebs. He’s running away from monsters and beasts. The heart is too pure. Love and hate all around, fear is coming. A beautiful girl sleeps in the sand. She has angel wings. Her dress is full of small bunnies. She lives in a pink world. The dollhouse is her home. A goddess is turning black, her memories from an old factory. The genies working there. Her heart is full of pain. The four of them, they’ll meet. When the mermaids sing. The moon rises, the flowers sleep. They’ll dance in the sand, with secret lovers. High up there!
I like the whimsy of it alot. I pm'd a few grammar suggestions. Only thing I didn;t carefor is the choice of a palm tree. I know it's whimsical but Cherokee tribes were always farther north than palm trees grew and for whatever reason that gave me a weird visual.
I want to make it a little weird..I know there isn't palm where it's cherokees, but i just like the pic..the idea...thanks for the grammar help...nice of you... luv, Cassi
I liked it all, until the last line, which was a real let down. You can come up with something much more colorful than that, I am sure.
I like the poetry . ( sorry about earlier delete, but was half way through, posted saw a mistake but didn't have time to re-edit lol ).
He cries. for he is sitting under a palm, where he does not belong- such is the source of his sorrow. "High up there!" Or: "Down There By The Train", as Tom Waits(or Jonny Cash) might say.
