the echoing tapestry of nature’s imagination

we are breathing in birdsong

tasting of tangerine joy,

as the sea seeps

lusty inexorableness

into the marsh’s chocolate

 gurgling and soundless

bursting newness

~or new oldness~

across the pungent echo

of afternoon;

oxymoron?

paradox?

synesthesia?

maybe this is what boundless

imagination looks like

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3 Responses to the echoing tapestry of nature’s imagination

  1. Rachael says:

    A sensual delight, Chloe. Yours words allow me to become your beloved marsh as I feel that gloopy mud between my toes 🙂 xx

    • SirenaTales says:

      Yay for gloopy mud between toes! Thanks so much for leaving this lovely comment, Rachael. My apologies for the delay in replying–we were away and I was not online for several days, as we were completely engaged in family reunions of varying kinds. Always a treat to know you’ve been here. xoxo

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