a canopy of stars
swirls in your yogurt cup
ocherous straw wines
crashed bits of gravel
all drenched in the silver sky
mobile dreams
ready to be pluck by anyone
Friday 5: crash, yogurt, straw, gravel, ochre
Mobile Dreams
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these are words that I write. enjoy. 
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Lissa, you have been on a roll lately. I really like this one. I wish we could all pluck a dream or two out of the sky. Nice job. Have a nice night.
Lots of varied images to be plucked fropm your poem, like the dreams!
Wow, very cool Lissa!
Enjoyed the imagery in this piece! Nice work!
Great imagination to see the stars swirling in yogurt. I love the image of dreams being 'mobile'.
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Marcus Aurelius (Roman emperor, best known for his Meditations on Stoic philosophy, AD 121-180)