..
We dance.
And the sky’s a journey-jar
twisted shadow-open, rose-lulled to grin
by ghostdawn spring.
It drizzles,
still,
a sound
that cues breath, skip-spark
twists green. Leaves bubbleclouds
to melt in scar-curl sun.
That spill-shimmer moon?
She’s a whimper-whisper,
a gigglebreeze,
an echo balloon.
..
..
Another Q44 for dVerse. This is The One With All the Words.
(Thank heaven for hyphens.)
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This is a delight, De. For me, that last stanza has me smiling as I leave to face a 10:00 engagement. I do marvel at those of you who can fit in all the words but your hyphens make it meaningful.
Sweet. mysterious romantic. I’m a sucker for drizzle and fog.
It just gets better and better the more I read… and I want a gigglebreeze
You are incredible! I wrote down the list…..and just stared at it for literally five minutes. Took a gulp of coffee and gave up. This is amazing! I especially love that last stanza. My admiration for you continues 🙂
She’s a whimper-whisper,a gigglebreeze, an echo balloon… this is soo beautiful!❤️