For Love of Lashes

Here’s to flutter. That of those dark fringes
framing impossibly large baby blues,
and that of my heart when they fall just so
blinking in wonder at a world so new.

Here’s to embracing fat tears, the salt water
we are, tiny beads of humanity held fast
collected in cobalt bottles, cold pockets,
waiting for the tide to pull us home.

Here’s to opening fully, seeing. Believing.
Gazing, praising, growing. Knowing
that this blink is fleeting, but
each echo is eternal.

 

 

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5 Responses to For Love of Lashes

  1. Shawna says:

    I LOVE your opening line: “Here’s to flutter. That of those dark fringes” … And your superb /c/ alliteration here: “collected in cobalt bottles, cold pockets”

  2. Very beautiful celebration of love and life. I especially love the second stanza – the tears captured in cobalt bottles.

  3. coalblack says:

    really nice take on my prompt!

  4. Margaret says:

    and that of my heart when they fall just so

    🙂 Yes, lashes can be so endearing and persuasive 🙂

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