Daydream

There's something in the way the Earth moves,

that leaves me behind; quiet and star-strewn.

Where there's castles with dust in the grooves,

rainy Romanian woods, and winters paling June.

There's something in the way time releases,

that has me frozen; hollow and tranquil.

There's Magnolia flowers with caramel creases,

white-rock cliffs, cold, misty and still.

There's something in the way the wind sighs,

that tells me stories; gentle and solitary. 

There's coastlines with heavy darkening skies,

hot tea, and shivering harbor lights on the sea.

There's something in the way night comes,

that takes me away; breathless and strung.

There's a ballad with homely taps and hums,

grandfather clocks, and something unsung.

Reviews

[Nikolean]

A beautiful poem, as usual. I love the imagery here, and it made me imagine being in the very place. Amazing to read!

[Diane]

I almost feel as if I am there. The way you use your words just brings everything together. Awesome read!

[Coyote Poetry]

Gentle, worthwhile and good words shared. You create places and you left the reader with something to think about. Thank you Anna for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Kay]

The imagery in your piece is absolutely beautiful, Anna. "castles with dusts in the groves, / rainy Romanian woods" feels like something from a dark fairytale. I feel like I'm traveling, on a whim, to all these places you describe. Thanks for sharing! :)