hope...
I’ll wrap myself in the idea of
it, a diaphanous robe bedecked
in wished upon stars.
Passing it along to upturned
faces, tongues darting in
the clean radiance.
Translated…
A shimmering bridge spanned
across a slate sea,
whistling through the
green grasses,
shining from every
street sign, a collective
breath
exhaled.
6 comments:
I really like "clean radiance" and the end is really great. A good read.
Did you take that photo? It's wonderful...as for hope, I'm beginning to lose a little as I watch the goings-ons of the presidential race. What is it with this country???!!!
Lovely, white rose! And the music is ethereal, beautiful! Linking?
I'd be most flattered. You're already on my blog list. What is the difference? (a computer techy,
not!) Buona giornata!
Hey June, no I didn't take the photo. I got it off of deviant art, isn't great, like an upturned face.
and I think I wrote this poem because of the way this election seems to be going. I'm not giving up yet!
This poem shimmers a gentle radiance, soooo lovely.
Hi White Rose, Epiphany is having
an Emily Dickinson week in October,
please be a dear and submit a
poem, informed by Emily, the woman
or her style/voice.[honorarium]
Once, you are sure you are safe
and have time, please email me
sleepingfaith@yahoo.com
Hey Cynthia,
That sounds like fun. I'm hoping our power won't go out, but it looks like that is just wishful thinking. I will let you know as soon as I can.
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