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…coils of blue weave through the wind,
feathers fall and fade to faintest grey,
warmth whispers in me, unravels, sweetly,
sing with the song and silently slip on by…
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I created a beast from the dark shadows... Interesting what happen to that? Page missing.
ReplyDeleteLove these sensory stimuli.
ReplyDeleteI love the thought of seeing whispers... this is lovely as always Shadow. :-)
ReplyDeleteI like your poem a lot ... reminds me of ma days in Europe ... but that is long over ... have lived in Canada for well over 30 years now ... and likely will stay and die here as well ... Spring is just beginning here ... had our first rain last night!!! ... (rather than snow ... smiles) ... I cannot wait 2 see the colour GREEN again ... smiles ... anyway, ya, I could go on and on ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteA peaceful day at the cafe.
ReplyDeleteEvery word of this poem is so well crafted and beautifully fits in the frame of context! lovely composition <3
ReplyDeleteI see whispers a lot in my line of work on my busy psych unit, friend Shadow ... and the more they wanna say, the more they are declared "crazy" ... ya ... anyway ... Love, cat.
ReplyDeleteSounds Like a song.
ReplyDeleteNow I too see whispers! Lovely!
ReplyDeleteWhoa, that leaves a lot of room for imagination to take over.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and strangely soothing!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully whimsical! A mini-delight.
ReplyDeleteKeith's Ramblings : My short story has 3 obscure E words