In the bright nursery of dreams,
Smatterings of pink, white and blue worlds,
Whirl around in the child's mind and
Recline in sweet lullabies of sleep.
Illusions blend into the real.
Light emerges from torn toy boxes.
The sun has departed and now
Delicate moon beams form arabesques.
Fluffy pillows, balloons and kites
Are juxtaposed with the bleak night skies
Small explosions of paper stars,
Far beyond the fading horizon.
Perfumed winds are blowing gently
In gardens spawned from fairy tales,
As ghosts emerge from the dying
Embers of fire sides in mid winter.
Wow! This is why Dominic I choose to read you. For sheer poetry great quality and ethereal imagery you sir a breed apart. So rare on this site when new poems have that impact on the reader. A well deserved 10++ but after reading your poem it should be double. Many, many thanks Dominic for your unique poem that enchantingly hits home for me in many different ways. Take care.
Excellent Dominic! For the memories are flooding back with your well written poem adorned with colourful imagery displayed so generously.10++ and thank you. Will read many more soon. Take care.
Thanks so much for your comments Shaun. I spent a long time working on this particularl poem. I wanted to capture childhood dreams/ memories etc. as vividly as possible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was in your neighbourhood Dominic revisiting your fine poem and bestowed another 10 on it for it more than deserved it.