I followed the link to Frank (A Frank Angle)’s writing challenge from Merril’s post. It is also the poem I’m contributing to the dverse open link night.
I will ride my dreams, red horses,
through dark billows of the night,
and blue horses in the green and gold of day,
following the scent, bee-kissed, of roses
and the honey taste of glycine on the wall.
I will paint a sky of rainbow mist, pearl
nacre like the deep gems of the sea,
where seals play and the dolphins sing.
I will ride my dearest blackbird-singing dreams
and fill them with the dashing verve of ‘when’,
not let the timid caution of life’s ifs
dash them like cold salt water on black cliffs.
Tons of imagery that worked well for me. Absolutely loved the way you incorporated the IF theme. Cheers to this fine effort! … and thanks for joining the fun!
Thanks to Merril 🙂 I eventually found where the rules were posted from Dale’s post. I’ll look out for the next challenge 🙂
PS: For your readers. The challenge/rules are here https://afrankangle.wordpress.com/if-challenge/ (which will stay up until for about another week).
Lovely, Jane–such beautiful, color-filled images.
I thought you’d like this one. And weirdly, –I was thinking of the blue ponies today, too. 🙂
Thank you, and thanks for the link to the challenge. Those ponies exist somewhere, that’s why 🙂
Of course they do. We’ve seen them in our dreams. 🙂
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Wonderful!
Thank you, Mark 🙂
This is a wonderful perfect dream… love that you have it… this is what grows from silence and songs.
Thank you 🙂 It comes from a particular perspective on life in all its forms.
This poem is magical, Jane, with the colourful dream horses and the scent of roses. It’s dreamlike and fragile. I particularly love the ‘blackbird-singing dreams’. I had an encounter with a chubby robin this afternoon that was singing it’s heart out on a low branch of our cherry tree while I was bringing in some washing. I ducked back in to get my camera and had just got the robin in focus when it gave a chuckle and flew off!
Thanks Kim 🙂 The birds here are much wilder than garden birds. The robins come close to the house but fly off when we go to the door. The blue tits are funny. They flock around the bird feeder and when they think there’s no one there, perch on the veranda window ledge and peep in. It’s as though they’re weighing up the comfort inside.
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Beautiful, Jane.
Thank you, Ken 🙂
I love the defiance at the end! What would we be without our confidence and our dreams!💖💜
Just sitting on the fence and wondering what if? I imagine 🙂 Thanks Sanaa.
That’s a wild ride. Nightmares and daymares, riding in your own fashion
It’s the kind of action I prefer, Walter. Real life excitement just wearies me.
You never fail to inspire Jane.
And I don’t even use acid 🙂
Such a flight you take here…flows so effortlessly.
Thanks Paul. It’s those blue horses.
That was absolutely wonderful, Jane. So very glad you joined in on the fun!!
I enjoyed the ride, Dale. Thank you!
So did we!!
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Excellent and well executed poetic writing. You’ve done a great job with franks challenge prompt ‘If’. Lots of colored imagery in your writing…you have my respects as a very talented and brilliant writer that you are.
I’m pleased that you like the poem, Charlie. I wish I could get to grips with your stuff. It’s a long way out of my comfort zone.
Very much so. Your work has always made me feel safe and welcoming.
Your poetry has a good harmony effect. 🙂
It’s okay…not everyone will get a hold or understand my work.
I love experimenting with words and imagery, I know for some people its not for them and I completely understand. 🙂
I just noticed that this poem of yours is based on ‘Frank’s’ challenge of ‘IF’.
Believe it or not, I too, last minute did franks challenge. I used humor on mine.
I like experimenting with words and imagery too, but not in the same way. To me, each word has a recognised meaning. I can use the word in different contexts to make different images, but I can never get away from what the word actually means. To my way of thinking, if you try to give a word a different meaning to the one everyone else understands, you end up writing just for yourself because you’re the only one who knows what you mean. That presupposes that you actually want the words to mean something. You might just like the sound they make or the rhythm. I’d be interested to hear what you’re aiming for with the poem you wrote for the ‘if’ theme for example. It must have something to do with ‘if’ or you wouldn’t have posted it for Frank’s challenge.
I agree with what you said in the beginning. It seems we both use ‘words’ & ‘imagery’ in different context. Like any writer, they have their way of experimenting, and other’s have a different method of what experimenting means to them.
I did franks ‘If’ challenge and it was very stream of consciousness type of feel. It was all last minute and I’m proud of the outcome.
And also, right about something…I do write for myself and I am the only one who understand the meaning of my work. Other’s do pick up the meaning or at least they have their own opinion about it. I love hearing different perspectives on my work and it feels different to read what others think and what my work means to them.
I think what you do is spark a reaction. What other people get out of your poems isn’t necessarily the same thought line as yours, but if the words amount to something that sparks an emotion, it’s all good.
Not a reaction, a deeper and emotional understanding in what this world is going through. It may not seem as though about writing about what is happening today but I am and I do it with a cryptic visual meaning to it.
When you say ‘this world’ you mean your world. It isn’t something I recognize, and if it’s cryptic that makes it all the harder to grasp. I don’t think you’d recognize my world either. It’s the humanity that’s universal not the ‘happenings’. That’s how it seems to me anyway.
This world as a whole. Humanity.
What I see on the news and what is happening around and what I observe and talk to people from around the world.
Maybe. Personally I don’t suppose you know what people in downtown Tonneins are doing or thinking any more than I know anything about what people in Los Angeles are doing or thinking. I know what I’ve heard and seen about the Rohingya but I can’t imagine what it’s like to be one or to be a Burmese soldier. Events aren’t people. Humanity is something inside that we all have. It has to be.
I’m well aware of what’s going on in other countries of the world. Believe me, it hurts me and I’m left crying seeing all the violence, the people crying and wanting peace. It hurts me and I’m always expressing everyone that I read or watch on the news through poetry.
I know you get angry about the great tragedies, Charlie. I do too. But most people are pretty indifferent unless they’re directly affected.
Something tells me you weren’t much of one for coloring within the lines. And I’ll bet you dream in 4-D.
Ha ha! My mother was an artist. We weren’t exactly encouraged to do colouring of any kind, inside or outside the lines 🙂
Franz Marc always inspires magic. (K)
I think I’d have enjoyed his company.
Quite nice, A pleasure to read.
Thank you 🙂
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Nice last two lines. I also liked this description: “blackbird-singing dreams” that shouldn’t be dashed.
We have to hang onto dreams. Thank you, Frank 🙂
Beautiful Jane! I love the energy of this poem and the sad ending of adults smashing children’s imaginary dreams! The blue horses are great!
Dwight
And they aren’t imaginary! Thanks Dwight 🙂
Dreams = Reality!!
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Your imagery is wonderful!
Thank you! I’m pleased you like it 🙂
Love your poem!
Thank you, Annell 🙂
“Not let the timid caution of life’s ifs” this line is captivating.
A wonderfully vivid poem. I enjoyed it very much.
Isadora 😎
Thank you! I’m glad you liked the poem 🙂
I like the spirit of “When, not if…” Embracing life!
‘If’ seems to assume that it might never happen, doesn’t it? If it’s a dream, I’d much rather ‘when’ 🙂
This is wonderful and filled with vivid imagery.
Thank you! I’m pleased you like it 🙂
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