delphiniums droop,
blue-winged bloomings,
not a hint of flight
but the feathered teasings
of billowy breezes,
that laughing,
passed them by
at night they dream,
I think,
of unstemmed delight –
dipping slipping drinking
in the troughs of
silver streaking tails
of untrowable stars
whispering
at last
we are higher
than the spires
to which the sun
and earth confined us
but by dawn
they lie,
impossible curls
of fallen sky,
upon the earth
to which they are
forever tied
while breezes ever
laughing, pass them by
© Sarah Whiteley
So very dreamy, love this one, Sarah
Peace,
Laz
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Thanks, Laz. 🙂
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Such a wonderful personification…it does have a very dreamy tone to it…quite delightful to read.
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yes but sad, bittersweet, maybe even remorseful at the end.
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