..
,
She’s still
dance-drizzling shadow
-word clouds; open sparks
spring on cue, breathe
ghosts into giggles,
spill scars.
She lulls
words to jars
(journey, rose, breeze),
leaves their shimmer
to bubblegrin a green
dawn. Curls her melted
self (whisperthintwist)
into bold balloon.
Skips
to sky.
..
A second quadrille for dVerse today, The One With All The Words.
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I like word-clouds
My favourite image is […] shimmer to bubblegrin a green dawn. The poem made me smile.
I agree with Adriana – your poem made me smile! Thank you!
Bravo. You’re still rockin them.
I love the dance and skipping to the sky De ~ You rock this challenge ~
She sounds to me like she’s speaking and dancing into little thought bubbles, then she curls herself into one and skips into the sky. I like the way it flows, quite spontaneously
Whistles!!!!❤️❤️
fabulously descriptive and unique verbs here:
“dance-drizzling” and my favourite “bubblegrin”
Oh… this is so joyful… love the balloon into sky
Love these:
“She’s still
dance-drizzling shadow”
“breathe
ghosts into giggles”
“Curls her melted”