Whisper white and fly away
the dream that breathes reality
eludes my waking touch
Like the seed
that flew awaybroken on the wind
will land again
to live again
as dreams return
to breathe again
Then whispered white
it flies away
never to return
again
Patricia Spreng
this has a wonderful flow and spinning like flying seeds to it..esp. love the second stanza and also love the pic...
ReplyDeleteAgain another wonderful write, again I can say it and again I enjoyed it, will be back again..haha
ReplyDeletesmiles...we like to throw the milk weed in the air and let it fly whispy along...it will live again, much like our children...and their children...
ReplyDeletePat, this is gorgeous ! Love it!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem, Patricia.
ReplyDeleteLovely style of writing...very dreamy piece ~
ReplyDeleteThe movement of the words of this piece felt like a butterfly, lifting, moving, returning... lovely poem.
ReplyDeletePatricia, love the photo. Nice grasp of the pic and moment. I envision a few weeks ago my grand spending everyday in our back meadow picking milkweed and blowing them to the wind. Do hope her dreams come true.
ReplyDeleteCompletely understand the whisper white - so evocative of life leaving!
ReplyDeleteThis is magical Patricia. And the picture is perfect.
ReplyDeletebeautiful photography and beautiful words ...thank you for sharing x
ReplyDeletebreath taking.
ReplyDeletesmiles.
exquisite poetry. love the "whispered white".... thank you for this gift, patricia.
ReplyDeletelove the light in this ...
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