My feet scarred from crossing
A cold crystal spring,
I wander into
An emerald forest
/
Under turquoise sky
Coral berries and leaves
Glow red in the sun
Like the red prints my feet leave
/
Hungry, gaunt agate wolves
Lick the black diamond soil
Behind me and howl
At moonstones in my eyes
/
And my weak human heart
In the world made of stone
Begs that I turn and run
But I can’t, mesmerised
“pearls” of wisdom here from a granite pen
You’re too kind, Carl! I’m afraid I can only afford plain pencils – not pearls or granite pens, unfortunately; that is, unless you’re willing to share that pirate treasure you’re looking for with me :).
Gotta find it first
You’re the one with the map ;)!
Such a surreal tale with borders of reality….very much enjoyed it.
I’m happy you did and very flattered you keep reading my poetry!
Enjoying these words of yours, visually as well….
Peace to you,
Laz
Thanks for your comment, Laz! Glad you enjoyed the poem! Peace and all the other good things in life to you, too :)..