Sunday, November 22, 2009

Elusive



You are the sky
Full of wonder
No beginning, no end.
I breathe you,
Yet you remain hidden from my eye.

White feather flutters, falling through your breeze
Ever elusive.
Not meant to be captured,
Not held in my grasp
But merely desired as it dances upon you
To be carried back to the one
Who set it free.



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6 comments:

  1. What a magical poem. The photo is breathtaking as well.

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  2. Love that poem...and that image is really awesome.

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  3. Thanks Leah. Most poetry/prose I write has a definitive inspiration and meaning. Some, like this one, I leave to the reader to interpret.

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  4. Beautiful imagery; fantastic phrasing. I like this very much.

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