..
This dandelion fluff stuff
is rough. We breathe in
the significance of want,
taunt ourselves with fur
-kites flying, holding on
to sky. Switch my heart
to something pledged,
some small ledge where
I might perch and hold
my breath. A twist of
fate, a belated sigh. The
scent of cherry lip gloss
or lemon dropped sun.
The intricate folds of
notes, and smiles. The
one small hiccup-hum of
a ladybug whose house
is no longer on fire.
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Prompted by twiglets, number 10. Come play!
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This is splendid, particularly “perch and hold my breath”. I often feel like I want to do that. Many thanks for joining in, De!
Pledge ledge perch. I like the tight blocky layout too, contrasts the topic nicely, almost like a good frame does a painting…
“We breathe in
the significance of want,
taunt ourselves with fur”
Mad love for that section … and for coming up with the idea of a fur kite.
“The
scent of cherry lip gloss
or lemon dropped sun.” … OR?! No way! Let’s slap those babies together!
I also love “the intricate folds” and “one small hiccup-hum.”
With our odd winter here…I actually rescued a ladybug from a ceiling light on night last month!
Hiccup-hum…that’s most of life isn’t it.
Oh…I forgot the grated carrot and tomato. 🙂
Mmmmmm. Still makin’ me hungry, Jules.
Oooh LOVE this one and especially that ladybug! 🐞
I could have copied and pasted the whole thing but I’ll just highlight this gem “scent of cherry lip gloss or lemon dropped sun.”