she wears a dress of stars
up at midnight up at dawn
shift-wearing shape-shifting
through a night of dreams and
words that write themselves
on the chalkboard walls of
slumber
blue and gold are the colors
of anarchy (or valor)
i cannot tell one from
the other in this toned
down version
of sanity but i know where
my heart is always easy
to find that loud obnoxious
whisperer {not}
that there’s anything to
hide in this corner with
sunrise always there
out of sight
perhaps but never
out of mind
May 25th, 2012 at 12:31 pm
my chalkboard is always empty when i wake…i have to rouse myself and scribble even in the dark on my pad and hope to decipher it in the morning…valor and anarchy, ha, i like the mix and not being able to tell the difference…out of mind is not always a bad place to be either…grins.
May 25th, 2012 at 1:14 pm
I always wanted to paint one of the walls with chalkboard paint. Sumptuous tone, flow, and you mix the familiar with the adventurous.
May 25th, 2012 at 1:36 pm
lush images here; I like the contrasts. love the photo you paired with this, too.
May 25th, 2012 at 1:59 pm
Shape-shifting! Love it…cool trip you took us down, thanks for the ride.
May 26th, 2012 at 12:14 pm
words that write themselves
on the chalkboard walls of
slumber…
oh, how those words flow so nicely together.
my best words are written only in my mind during the dark hours when slumber eludes me.
i love it, mrs. m.
in fondest of thought, tilda
May 25th, 2012 at 2:54 pm
I found it fun to see how many of those who wrote to the dVerse prompt chose those moments just before falling asleep or upon awakening. Your images are good and I can relate to you dealing with those loud obnoxious whisperers!
May 25th, 2012 at 2:55 pm
Lovely imagery. Shape shifting and a dress of stars. Beautiful, sad, lovely.
May 25th, 2012 at 3:30 pm
words that write themselves
on the chalkboard walls of
slumber…..nice…i like this much…my iphone lies next to me when i’m in bed and in case i wake to some words, i can type them in…so nothing gets lost during the night..smiles
May 25th, 2012 at 4:27 pm
This is rich and evocative and filled with images that trip off the page and the tongue and the title is magical … very nice (where does one get a toned down version of sanity? I could use a little of that …)
http://aleapingelephant.blogspot.ca/2012/05/drinking-from-mania-cup.html
May 25th, 2012 at 5:44 pm
Revelling in your words, beautiful.
May 25th, 2012 at 6:35 pm
Love the title and all the word play. Really nice.
May 25th, 2012 at 7:05 pm
words that write themselves
on the chalkboard walls of
slumber
Wonderful stuff!
Anna :o]
May 25th, 2012 at 9:12 pm
Beautiful imagery. I need to capture my night thoughts, but keep forgetting to put something near the bed to scribble them on.
May 25th, 2012 at 10:46 pm
I feel like there’s a lot of subtleties in here and as a reader I am only getting a glimpse of them but the effect is nice.
May 26th, 2012 at 4:41 am
Hiya Jo,
I admire this poem, almost completely polished but with tiny bits of rough still showing through. Full of wonderful combinations.
May 26th, 2012 at 2:28 pm
Lovely poem ~ Love this line “words that write themselves
on the chalkboard walls of
slumber” …so true, that….and the title is great, too… 🙂
May 26th, 2012 at 10:02 pm
I connected with the phrase “toned down version of sanity”. And I too want to find “that loud obnoxious whisperer” to find the key.
May 27th, 2012 at 7:15 pm
a feel a restless woman with a verbal needing
heart. gently written.
May 28th, 2012 at 6:37 pm
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May 28th, 2012 at 8:21 pm
i missed you the most, scarecrow in your dress of stars. and this is why.