Multiple multicolored goldfish
Tossed from bowl to bowl
A plenitude of puppies
Producing soft sighs.
A ride along an unfamiliar rocky and rough coast
Made beautiful by a wall of mortar
And hand blown balls of glass
This is how my unconscious deals
With new territory.
The only anchor
The image of
The ancestral oriental rug;
My magic carpet.
I am more than willing to absorb the beauty and mystery of your word images without question; however, I remain curious about context – a dream? are you traveling? …
LOL I apologize. I wrote that while traveling again. And yes, it was dream work.