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(4/2/1978 / Manhasset, NY)

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Everfree

There is a place
Everfree
Where cinnamon skies shoot starbeam brilliance
Through clouds that float in whispers
Where flowers sing in harmony with fireflies
And lovenotes pepper Sweetness Hill
Winged horses dash and giants lumber
And hands know only honest work
Houses grow here like trees
Muddy and woody
Pushing towards a newborn-sun
As welcome-vines wreathe gently
Roping securely in their ancient task
Children and their mothers speak Love
In languages forgotten by the other worlds
While gruff fathers read heroic tales
As they play together by an infinite sea
It laps its minty haze across the creamy sand
The jasper-bird cries softly as the wind fondles
The greenness of the taibah tree
Everfree
Mystical, enchanting, an escapade entrancing
Eternity woven though its purity
The smell of light
A taste that dances
Experience all impossible as possible here in Everfree

Submitted: Friday, September 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013


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I wrote this because I wanted to escape from the harsh reality I was fighting.

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  • Susan Lacovara (9/18/2013 8:42:00 AM)

    I believe that poets continually paint pictures of Everfree to give us a safe harbor, from the reality of the every day.
    I love how you bright these images to life...excellent! May you find a sweet stillness to your morning. PEACE

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  • Khairul Ahsan (9/14/2013 1:01:00 AM)

    'Houses grow here like trees
    Muddy and woody
    Pushing towards a newborn-sun'
    Excellent imagery.
    'Children and their mothers speak Love
    In languages forgotten by the other worlds
    While gruff fathers read heroic tales'
    Liked the way you described mothers' and fathers' actions.

  • Stephen Loomes (9/13/2013 11:06:00 PM)

    Great poem, and I hope the harsh reality subsides; as it surely will.

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