The world was satin on that day
stitched to me by windspun thread
all the skies billowing on the gentle breeze
A soft prescience hung suspended in cloudbursts
like flowers caught in vivid bloom
And there were words on the very tip of a silent tongue
caught in the ebb and flow of those wildflower skies
hanging on to the last fragments of a dream
that the rains might never come
that the day might never end
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What saying gets truer and truer for you as time goes by? For me, it’s “ignorance is bliss.”
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Image by นายพิพัฒน์ศักดิ์ ไชยวงษ์ from Pixabay
3 responses to “Wildflower Skies”
Today the sky is blue, the breeze is soft, and the sun is warm. Add this poem, and I’m ready to just lay about and dream.
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Sounds absolutely lovely! Cheers (:
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Wonderful imagery!
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