"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Saturday, April 13, 2019

Midnight ~ Where the Wild Things Are

Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil 
Where the Wild Things Are
The Elephant Tree
Talking Leaves
Ancient Rhymes
Desert Flower


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Magaly Guerrero said...

Elephant trees always remember to whisper the reddest of rhymes to wild things that know how to appreciate a desert flower (or 13).

Thank you for including the links. I've just added to titles to my to-be-read mountain.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

This is exquisitely drawn, Susie!!❤️

Rommy said...

I've been to enough fancy greenhouses and gardens to see some stunning desertscapes, but this piece has me thinking about how limited some people's definition of garden (and magic) is. Enchantment isn't confined to ye olde forests. Every landscape has its own sort of beauty and particular kind of magic.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

That's particularly clever, to have each line a book title in itself and make a vividly sensual poem. And yes, I did as Magaly did and followed the links, to note which to add to my own 'to-be-read mountain'.

Helen Patrice said...

This is so clever, linking the titles that way.

Margaret said...

The mystery and beauty and wisdom of the garden ... we need to listen.

rallentanda said...

Ooo yes !..Very creative and clever.

purplepeninportland.com said...

Brilliant, Susie!


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