We raise our long
-ing legs, but cannot
run. There is something
democratic about it, as
if a committee was formed,
and the idea of actual motion
was heartily rejected with just
enough nays. But you are always
ahead of me, anyway,
beyond the first sign
(Caution: Curves Ahead!
Contents May Have Shifted!
Beware of Falling Rock!
Fragile! Handle with Care!)
Doesn’t matter what it says,
the point is you can read it
………………..and I cannot.
Someone is making a sun
-dae on a Tuesday,
whip cream clouds rising,
just out of our reach.
The smell of
The children invent
that only float
We mail them
Quickly says “just add” a phrase to a past prompt, and offers some fun choices.
I added them all to Margo’s prompt for today, which ponders dreams.
Head over to both and join the fun!
Boats that only float in rain is a wonderful reference, De. I love this. Nice that worked in Miz Q’s little ditty too.
i like the image of the committee weighing in!
This is definitely one of my favorites of your poems.
I love the way this one just keeps morphing and changing…dreamlike indeed. 🙂
This is somewhat spiritual… we always expect someone ahead of us – someone to know the route. And we always want to encourage the young, even though we have been around those dangerous curves ourselves.
I would love to have a package of stardust! This poem has great rhythm.
I love the committee stanza and the sundae stanza is good, too. It does, as Hannah says, run sideways shifting and changing just like a dream.