In dreamtime, he comes,
my eclectic animus –
sometimes raven,
often tree,
he seduces –
first in conversation
then in arousing flesh –
Spellbound, witless,
my edges soften, melt,
and just at the moment
of near surrender,
lucidity knocks,
yanks me from watery
depths – sets me back
on conscious soil –
Anchored anew,
I shake off the lingering
tingle, brain abuzz,
reconnect with aged
limbs, mundane ills
and skedaddle.
(Catching up with Reena’s Exploration challenge – image provided; and linking up with Manic Mondays 3 Way Challenge – anchored; and Ragtag Community’s – skedaddle; and Fandango’s – eclectic.)
Great writing, it has a lovely flow to it when reading.
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Thank you, and thanks for dropping by. Nice to connect.
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That jolt always happens at the wrong time!
I’m not sure why but you haven’t linked to the RDP prompt. I didn’t recall seeing it on the Ragtag page, so I clicked on your skedaddle and it takes me to micro soft outlook…maybe we’re still in dream time??
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Haha – likely. thanks for letting me know, I’ll try again.
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Oh, those close dream calls!! Love lucidity yanking you back to shake off the lingering tingle …
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Ha ha – fun poem based on prompts and photo.
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Reblogged this on Reena Saxena and commented:
Close call …… by VJ Knutson
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Lovely imagery! The last stanza brought a smile.
Thanks for joining in!
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So welcome! Loved the image.
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Beautifully written
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Thank you!
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Loved your imagery and your vivid imagination.
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Thanks, Ivor.
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