Freed to Love

catwoman-wow1She wasn’t a beauty in the
perceived physical sense


she was perfectly beautiful.

No, she wasn’t without flaws,

(for, none of us are)

she was perfectly perfect for
the hearts made to love her
in all that she was


when her eyes gazed into mine
I saw the universe through her soul and
knew without doubt she had freed my own
from its eternal quest to know true love.


©Daydreamer *All rights reserved


I want

ButterflyonhipI want

To feel sunshine on my
back as I go forth into
future times.

I want

to leave dark shadows behind
and bathe in the beautiful light
of universal love.

I want

my ears to hear natures
own sweet music and feel
her notes sweep over
the peace of
my soul.

I want

to be the lightest feather
on the tip of a wing
that soars.

I want

to live as gay and free
as a butterfly dancing
on the hip of
naked life.


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Life should all be so simple…really.

It’s a kind of Magic

© Curtis Wilson Cost, Midnight Snack 1984

Hush now…
he paints the scene

One star in the sky

nothing  disturbs the surround sound
of nature’s own murmurings

the old house creaks
through the quiet hours

unless someone wakens to
break the dream

it’s a kind of magic.


© Daydreamertoo    *All rights reserved

Shared with Magpie Tales #139  Art of Curtis Wilson Cost
Carry on Tuesday #177 It’s a kind of magic

Love Sick

© Jan Steen, Sick woman 1665

‘It’s nothing serious’
the good doctor said
as she as she sat there
pillow for head, rest of body

She can’t eat
can’t sleep
can’t think
can’t focus on her chores

even the cuckoo clock
thinks she’s slightly gone
and lost the plot

‘My child, my child’
the doctor chided
‘I can find nothing physically
wrong with you
methinks it must be love.’

At which the teen
flushed and smiled.


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Apparently in the write up I read about this, the artist painted this a little bit tongue in cheek. If you enlarge the picture you’ll see she has a smile on her face and he himself referred to it as the woman being ‘love sick’….so, I went with that.

Shared with Magpie Tales #138 Artist Jan Steen, Sick woman, 1665

Venus and the Sailor

© Salvador Dali Venus and the sailor

Is she there to tease his senses
drive him crazy as he sails
the celibate salty seas.

Venus Goddess of love or, of torment.

Are you the dream he longs for
does he really hold a woman
in his hand

Which is the smooth operator
and anyway

My mother used to say:
‘Never marry a sailor’
(not that I ever would)
when asked why she’d simply reply
‘Because they usually have
a girl in every port.’

I wonder.


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Shared with Magpie Tales #135

A Woman Being Played

two parts of the road as a whole © Borg de Nobel

I never knew my father
He died before I was old enough to
have too many memories
but, my mother told me he could
play a piano accordian like an expert.
Although he’d never been taught
he learned to play by ear
and, just as an elephant never forgets
neither did he.

He’d pick it up and music would
soon flow as he’d squeeze it
and, like a woman being played
would make those bellows sing.

*My father died at aged 27. I was two and a half.

Shared with dVerse Poets Poetics: Paintings of Borg de Nobel

Dirty old Town

© Adolphe Valette 1912

Smoke rises from the old barge
to merge with early morning fog
which will stubbornly refuse to yield
to days later warm-sun burn off.

He liked coming here to watch
the barges pass by.
It was his place to find
calm amidst an urban chaos.

He could reflect upon the
other reflections in a world
of passing strangers where,
he too wouldn’t be thought
strange for thinking
modern vehicles hideous
and new industry too extreme.

He was a Victorian man
living in a new age
aware the barge was London bound
but they could keep that ever
thriving metropolis
he loved his dirty old town.


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The Title Dirty old Town is taken from an old folk song about the city of Manchester, which inspired the painting, and became famous in the 1950’s and 60’s sung by various artists including Rod Stewart.

Shared with Magpie Tales #131 Art of Adolphe Valette Under the Bridge 1912
Poets United #Pantry #111