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
one single impression: nest, magpie tales no 145 photo: red chair, sunday scribblings: flood
6 thoughts on “water wedged”
Love it! A beautiful interpretation.
And I agree, writing IS everything. 🙂
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?