..
swearing by all flowers,
she spins hours making eyelashes
of petaled promises, lovesmelovesmeknot
chains of whim. give her a peri
-winkle pen and a bit of white space,
and she’ll
……………(erase)
trace her own heart along
veined vines, and leavings.
there’s quiet math between
the lines
…(1+1=2)
and algorithms hung on
smiles and this ol’ notebook’s stitched
thousands and thousands of miles
if you count the day she
erased it all.
(she doesn’t.)
silence comes only in small
white drifts, quiet liftings
of spirit and indigo touch,
each swirl
not so much an inky line
on ivory sands
as a
tiny
blue
prayer.
..
Prompted by Poetic Asides, day 8 of the PAD Challenge.
Oooh… beautiful!
Oh I love it De, beautiful doodle I have to say…
sigh …. 🙂
Beautiful. Simply beautiful. (Seriously, I want to purchase your book!)
“chains of whim” is such divine whimsy 😉
Oh my god, this is so good! The first five lines are sweet, sweet, sweet! 😍