Sunday, June 02, 2013

Poem - Paradise is only in the imagination.

 
Paradise in
the imagining.
Roaring in
the imagining.
Embossed with snake
Silver Plate
reflects a black stream,
Lethe,
we forget
the café
on the
Greek bridge.
where snakes in
green trees
shared a chocolate
dream.


7 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Imagine
lacy patterns of shade
and lichen paper doilies on trees crowned with green
fresh with ocean scent
rusty, slippery, soft
pine tassels
needling a carpet
for the den

3:13 pm  
Blogger Johnthebarman said...

Silver Plate - Sylvia Plath.
Her poems are so good.
She turns all to metaphors and works them with such skill - a play of words taking flight like a flock of strutting waders.

4:51 pm  
Blogger Johnthebarman said...

Anon - thanks for your poem, which I like and say,
'Vot den?'

7:55 am  
Blogger stone drum said...

Hello John

incredible poems and thoughts you write. enjoy it all. Blogger is not that friendly of a place. limited views and comments, and I am good with that. I write for myself, post in public and move on. writing for an international audience teaches you to write, post and move on. Life in the garden should be more rewarding than blogging . I do it because I need to write daily. Is my gift to myself. it is.

be well John. Now is garden time. Enjoy it.

3:05 pm  
Blogger stone drum said...

Hello John

I look for you often, yet more and more the idea of separate world co-exist

john said: If I have the big stick or tiger I doubt if I ever use them.

and I smile. I just like it that you come by, even if its once a year.

these blogs are for a different audience now, one I do not know because in blogger the visit and comments are like limited or non-existent.

not your temperament at all are the numbers that say 3-many came this way.

I am selective now in the sense, it pleases me when you come by.

other. I don't even think about them really. I do this for me. mostly.

trust you are doing well. good to see you. From separate shores.


4:56 pm  
Blogger stone drum said...

Hello John. Enjoyed this poem. And hearing from you. Just knowing: Hiking in the Rain. Smart solitude.
Be well John. Enjoy your summer.

1:41 pm  
Blogger midniterainbow said...

I am trying to stay in touch with a true bard named John who calls himself the barman. I can publish on blogger but not much else since everything else including my email account is not working.

11:28 pm  

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