As the sun and moon rise In psychadelic skies, I finish my dreaming, Opening my wide eyes. Shaking dreams from my flowing hair, I breathe the fresh patchouli air. Flying from my butterfly bed, I tuck my wings and guide my mare. I randomize my peaceful gaze Away from earth's continued raze. Bathing in the Sea of Magic, I ponder through life's little maze. In the Mushroom Valley, There's not one dark alley. All things are peaceful here, Here in Mushroom Valley.
AHHHHH! MY EYES! MY EYES! *flourescent greens are not a good color for posting Not a bad poem, I agree though, the last stanza ends the poem abruptly. Like, the first three are pretty good but the fourth feels sorta...tacked on, like you got sick of writing. I dunno, seems like you could do more with it.
that so totally reminds me of this spot i found once on prince edward island. in the forest, an area that had been logged was now blanketed with thick, cushiony moss. everywhere, there were these amazing mushrooms much like you see in farie tales. the shapes and colors were like nothing i'd ever seen before. it was so magical. but they weren't near as magical as the ones that grew along the laneway. used to eat them on my way to the mailbox every second week when i picked up my unemployment check and headed into town on a tear. i like the poem for the memory it brings back.
I'm a beginner, and this is my first poem. I usually don't write much, but thanks for all the advice and comments. I'll make sure and remember them.
