the unknown tomorrows of smallish dragons

blurrrrsday again, and the be
-fuddlement continues.

we know not what
these hours might hold,
nor how we shall knit
them together to
make a quilt
of promise.

but still we don
our brightest tutus
and most audacious
………………..clouds,
as the dance of sleepy
sun and floating moon
reminds us
we go on.

 

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in april, we wee dragons poem

 

 

 

 

 

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7 Responses to the unknown tomorrows of smallish dragons

  1. erbiage says:

    wee dragon? nay. you are a great and mighty Dragon! there is fire in your words!

  2. Shawna says:

    “but still we don
    our brightest tutus
    and most audacious
    ………………..clouds“

  3. Pingback: What are Dragons for? – erbiage

  4. qbit says:

    Maybe dragons are the “unknown unknowns”.

  5. Sherry Marr says:

    De, this is the most adorable poem I’ve read today. I love it. My poem of the week, lol.

  6. memadtwo says:

    Hard not to smile and dance while wearing a tutu…

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