i am happy by phil burns
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I thought you broke my heart in two
on the day that you left me
but I walk barefoot on golden sands
in paradise on the Mediterranean Sea
I write gentle words of poetry
I see mermaids eating thistle pies
my world’s awash with magic
an elephant’s eyes and butterflies
finned yachts compete with dolphins
as nonchalant giraffes stroll by
mariners tell tales of albatross
who float for years unshot on high
a crimson angel cloaked in dusk
behind soft lit mountains steals
moonlight tiptoes o’er the surf
laughing Orion turns cartwheels
there are rainbows with no rain here
dragons with neatly coloured knees
and sheep who are disguised as clouds
drift past mammoths perched in trees
unicorns wearing tartan kilts
munch on rhubarb dipped in cheese
and sing sweet songs of love and loss
like buttercups in a breeze
so I walk barefoot on golden sands
under sunswept skies of blue
scarcely thinking of the day you left
when I thought you broke my heart in two
Beautiful poem. Thank you for sharing it with us.
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Lovely images, inspiring magic even as the wounds knit closed.
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AnElephant dances with glee to see Brenda again.
He has neglected his dearest friends recently, under pressure of other things, such as life.
He sends her pink hugs and his thanks
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This reminded me strongly of another of your poems, which also referred to a mermaid. It was tantalizing. Pink hugs back, my friend.
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AnElephant sadly loves a Mermaid who has no interest in large pink earth-bound creatures.
Life can be unreasonable sometimes.
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Merfolk can be cruel.
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Dear Elephant,
He has certainly moved on. I’m envisioning your magnificent images in full color animation. (Like Yellow Submarine…one of my favorite animated features ever.) Lovely words. Lovely reading. No teapots.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Your words bring joy to AnElephant’s aching heart, dear lady.
And, on the subject of teapots and their ilk, you should be aware that he is not always 100% accurate.
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A poem awash in magical images as seen through the eyes of the boy in the poet’s soul.
I have seen moonlight tiptoe over surf and Orion do cartwheels,,,, but there are somethings only AnElephantCan see and only AnElephantCan write in soft and gentle words.
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You are too too kind, as ever, my dear Em.
And your comment is as image-filled as my poetry.
Merci, cherie
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Tu le mérites bien.
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