sea glass
chandelier crystals
stained-glass
walls of light
prismatic
watching
orange fingers
of dawn scratch
nightscape; chase
moonlight cross
floor of wood
autumn leaves, mosses
and wildflowers
last gasp of stars
on bowl of ceiling
telescopic, kaleidoscopic
beams of light and heartwood
roof shale, slate and sand
murmurs of oceans always
howl of winter; mew of spring
doorstep far horizon
loft, nest of down and cobwebs
fireflies and dragonflies
buzz of sleepy bees
always safe and comfort
mine and mine alone
to share or to miser
to build a new each morning
to design a new each night
For d’verse poetics: diy building (thanks sara for the imaginative, whimsical theme) image: pixabay.com
Lorraine's frilly freudian slip 
March 8, 2017 at 11:59 pm
Please do share this lovely creation, Lorraine. I felt like a canvas being painted on. Thanks!
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March 9, 2017 at 12:02 am
Thanks for the whimsical, imaginative prompt. A DIY building lets you soar wherever your mind takes you.
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March 9, 2017 at 11:10 pm
I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Lorraine.
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March 8, 2017 at 7:37 pm
I too love the idea of building each new day ~ This part is my favorite:
murmurs of oceans always
howl of winter; mew of spring
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March 9, 2017 at 12:03 am
Thank you Grace. I was letting my mind wander, drifting in the words. I so liked Sara’s prompt, I wanted to respond.
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March 8, 2017 at 7:13 pm
Also, those “orange fingers of dawn” scratching the nightscape. Goodness.
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March 9, 2017 at 11:34 pm
Thanks — I find myself using such analogies about dawn — my favourite sun-time of the day.
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March 8, 2017 at 7:12 pm
Entirely gorgeous, all. But this?
“last gasp of stars
on bowl of ceiling”
Perfection.
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March 9, 2017 at 11:33 pm
Thanks. I drifted with the whimsical notion of creating my own space — the impossibilities of engineering and architecture left behind.
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March 8, 2017 at 6:22 pm
Crystal walls would make a cheery house. Takes me back to the seventies. Thanks, peace out
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March 9, 2017 at 11:32 pm
Ah yes, the 70s. Glad you enjoyed my time tunnel.
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March 10, 2017 at 8:37 am
Peace out
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March 8, 2017 at 7:08 am
Is it our attention, our intention, that creates our homes anew each morning? I love your poem of lightness.
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March 8, 2017 at 11:47 am
Thank you. There are days I build my house anew — my mind wanders to a new place — under the weeping willow branches, in the middle of a forest glade. Some days I rearrange the windows and the door.
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March 8, 2017 at 5:59 am
Full of light and music, your house. I like it.
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March 8, 2017 at 3:22 am
I can imagine the lightplay in your beautiful house, Lorraine, and love a house that is different every morning. I particularly love the sea glass and stained glass, the fireflies and dragonflies, and buzz of sleepy bees. I have a drowsy feeling just thinking about it, and I’ve only just got up!
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March 8, 2017 at 11:56 am
Thanks you. I’d love a house that was different every morning be it by play of light or rearranging floor and ceiling. An every changing structure of imagination and nature.
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March 8, 2017 at 12:31 am
I like these insects which every house would welcome: “fireflies and dragonflies
buzz of sleepy bees”. I also liked that it be one “to share or to miser”.
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March 8, 2017 at 12:19 am
I so love a house to build each morning… a new place, a new setting every night.
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