Folding Time

A Poem by Mother Maggie

lucid dreaming? astral projection? make of it what you will

© 2014 Mother Maggie

Author's Note

golden green slips through
caressing eyelids—closed
half in dream
lulled by drone of fan
humming engines—rasp of tires
sounds of my city

mid afternoon summer
sounds of city—morph
the very air changes

wind murmurs through trees
spring gurgles beneath the porch
scents of wild mountain strawberries
and sugar pine
add sweetness to my dreams
homemade wind chime
sings Umpqua Forest lullaby
peace of childhood
serenity of youth
songs of mountain home
long ago

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L.Edward

A sweet dose of animism and beat sensuality all rolled into one.

Posted 12 Years Ago

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Mother Maggie

Vancouver, WA

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I'm a writer, artist, musician and activist who lives in the Pacific Northwest--a region known locally as Cascadia. I'm also an ordained minister through the Universal Life Church who follows and h.. more..