tie your poems with spider silk
to the shoulders of yellow tulips
and wait for your socks to sing.
say your favorite word ten times
fast while spinning on a piano stool
that sailed on a tall ship from rome.
dance on stained-glass sidewalks
where painters are selling secrets
vangoghed with ribbons of rain.
sleep between sheets of music
on a pillow of mountain forest
under blankets of gypsy moon.
wake to the sound of silence
and pour it on the good things
already dangling around you.
a poem for dVerse Poetry Open Link Tuesday, week 38.
Angel’s the parakeet with the “eyelashes” and darker blue throat.
Timmy’s the singer.
Well, they both sing, but he usually jumps up to the microphone first and loudest.