A Collage of Light

Just exactly of what are you unsure? I find nothing of which I would be unsure, my dear. You are the blank canvas, you are the paint, you are the unseen hand, you are the song, you are the sound, you are the voice, you are the poem that will always be *unfinished*. Praise. Love, Mum "...when it agrees with reason and it will benefit one and all, then accept it and live by it." ~ Buddha

I am in complete agreement with Anna's comment. There is no good reason to be unsure, here. I am sorry I haven't read your poems for awhile. I had company and couldn't get away for very long. I hope that you are doing well. Love, Cat

This type of poem is the stuff that other poets' dream of! Searing imagery, Fanciful, and provocative language use, and an overall fluidity that makes for a rousing good read!

Oh wondrous dreams, Magritte and all the others from THAT period fade in your poems brilliance, it outshines their thin daubed paint and gives living form to the creations that fly and stride out of the nowhere of your mind's door and that materialise when in that state of unreal wonder, enabling us to stare out into the wild imaginings of your brain. Totally awesome dear dear Jayne of the Southern crossed lights of the hemisphere the other side of the world from me, 'down under' the globe, your creative mind paints the sky's mysteries and reveals pure magic in reality's garments of expression. Just a wow and a mwah and an awe, for you this time round, keep doing this and we will all fly off the planet. "A gathering cluster
 that saturated all reality,"..........oh what splendorous compacted reality, terrific!! "a bird of paradise 
as form finished
 it flew away".............................how totally magnificent "my keel wedged 
on flying fish, 
once soaring
 times hand pulled
 me to dock with face"..............what a fantastic vision "so weary I sleep
 endless tomorrows, 
and will drift awake"...............the dream personified, exactly described, wonderful. Oh what poet we are among, what elegance of fantasy what boldness of imagination, you Southern star shine on, shine on, shine on. Ann

This seems to have been so effortlessly penned; yet I couldn't have thought it up in a million years. Your knowledge of the stars and mythology shows. It's very beautiful. "a sculptor with tool set about carving a bird of paradise as form finished it flew away A dove birthed from a painters brush and wiggled free to splash the canvas of black staining its feathers in obsidian" These lines I like especially and the imagery is very clear. I can see these birds taking flight, having just found form from the artists' sculpting tool and brush. Yours, Deelilah

Great stuff! I was just a little unsure of what the lines about the dove meant until I reread it a couple of times, but then I got it! Sometimes it takes me a while. You seem like you are really taking off, going in new directions. I like the part that goes: And every now and then, seeing minature worlds on specks of wonderment, will remind me...that I am just dream weaving through Southern Lights. I love stories about aliens from other worlds, and that is what this brought to mind. The thought, that out there somewhere, are worlds with life on them. Higgest bugs and lottsa love, ~ Gee

is by far my fave. All those stars in your hair, what a glam picture. You are doing so well and I am visualizing more and more in you latest and recent writes of late. Well done girl. Love to ya all. Lyz. Xx

Jayne I too love to watch the night sky and see the stars so brightly always alone the sky of darkest blue amazing too I make wishes but will they ever come true all I can do is wonder but still so blue But the night sky I travel into other realms so bright ever onward it just feels so right As you most poems written rarely edited they just are no more no less just are I was totally immersed in this amazing travel my friend always Blue

In the short time I have known you oh how you have grown You play me with images previously unknown You delight me with sights your words paint anew Thank you dear artist Your skill is true Seabhac

Beautiful. A vision.