water wedged
i was thinking of a way to fly
with fine feathered wings
so clear the blue sky out there
where the wild wind nuzzles
untroubled and racing
a deluge of dreams deliver
sweet and kind, life jacket weary
life turned over baking the other side
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one single impression: nest, magpie tales no 145 photo: red chair, sunday scribblings: flood
Love it! A beautiful interpretation.
And I agree, writing IS everything.
Very nice.
Strong piece with powerful imagery.
Oh I love this!
I think lots of fine feathers would make for better flight..better dreams..than big scruffy feathers..rich and sleepy..but also delightfully alive..Jae
Last line says a lot. Life is like that, isn’t it?
It’s a lovely poem. The first line grabbed me. Well done.
I like this a lot. The focus is moved out of the room entirely! You could probably fly away in the chair. It has the wings for it.
Perfect chair for a dream like yours ……..
wishing you all the best in 2013!
I’m testing the waters:
http://wovendreamsprompts.wordpress.com/2013/02/08/welcome-to-woven-dreams/
with a new blog idea.
Hope you’ll stop in soon!
Just stopping by to say hi, wish you a lovely weekend!