the giggle-spring journey of her returning
was a shadow-spilled whispercue
curled around a ghostballoon
she drizzles us still in cloudsparks,
leaves dawn openjarred
to breathe dark-dance breeze;
lull trees to shimmermelt green.
we scar slow, echo
twist of rose, skip
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we scar slow, echo twist of rose, skip of sky… sigh.. gorgeous!❤️
I like your ghost balloon bubble-grim moon. I reminds me of the quietness of the specter of the looming full moon. Having snuck quietly upon us without sound and viola there it is. Great picture there
I like the feel of these words, especially in the first stanza.
Love your moon… that’s the best kind ever.
This made my head spin!
Please tell me a “frozen moon” is a drink of some kind.
This makes me think of girlfriends getting back together, like at a reunion.
A total delight!
This is a dazzling delight De ~
I adore the title of the poem! Wonderfully written.
uuuuh. this is celestial!!! 🙂 🙂 🙂