you bloated balloon,
bubbleghost. giggle me
green-rose into this shimmer
-spring dawn; twist my breath
to hold this whisperbreeze.
i dance your grin in
cue-sparked clouds –
skip me loose;
melt my journey
in curl of scar.
shadowspill me a jar
A third offering for today’s Quadrille over at dVerse (I’m hosting).
This is The One With All The Words.
Nice. It was amazing to me how different these have been, though now we are starting to converge, as the room gets smaller. What a great experiment
That opening is so funny. 🙂
It reminds me of Ace Ventura. You know what I’m talking about?
I know Ace Ventura, for sure. I assume it might be an insult he used once?
I LOVE those closing lines, spilling stars.
‘shadowspill me a jar of stars’ is quite beautiful!
Love those closing lines!
“to hold this whisperbreeze.”
my favourite line.
happy you dropped in to read mine
I would love a jar of star… wonderful
Love love…we are echoing each other but still creating individual gems.
WOW!! That ending just knocked me out, De. Wonderful, fun poem.
“shadowspill me a jar
Oh how I love that!
shadowspill me a jar of stars.- though lovely I am a little sad to see stored stars – they should be free to wander but the words you weave and turn are so musical to my ears!
Wow! Bloated balloon…bubble ghost. I’m giggling. So wonderful! ❤