somedays
I want to skip
through burnt orange
crimson red
fresh fallen leaves
not trudge
with aching limbs
somedays
I want to dance
through cumulous clouds
float in dandelion puffs
not grounded
by flattened soles
empty souled
somedays
never always
absolutes press
somedays
never always
I simply
pass through
Thursday is OLN at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets. That means – no prompt. daze was originally written for June 7th’s dVerse MTB prompt, provided by Bjorn. He asked us to write a poem using “negativa”. A poem whose meaning is derived from what is not, as well as what is. I missed that deadline….so posting daze now. Photo from pixabay.com.
Such Awesomeness! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you!
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Love the way you created the daze in that last stanza especially
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I loved that prompt, Bjorn. So glad to share it on OLN. Glad you enjoyed!
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Oh I’m with you on this, Lill! I love skipping through ‘burnt orange crimson red fresh fallen leaves’ and floating in dandelion puffs’!
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Joyful, right? So much better than just “passing through.”
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This is absolutely exquisitely drawn, Lillian!❤️ Love the image of “burnt orange crimson red fresh fallen leaves.” 🙂
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Dancing in those leaves…..fresh fallen before they turn dry to the touch and crumble beneath our feet. Rather when they’re first fallen and the get kicked up into the air by our feet 🙂
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Your imagery is beautifully vivid!
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Thank you, Jo! 🙂
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Yup–passing through becomes too close to passing away; most of us are not ready for that. Your sweet anthem to creativity and living in the moment puts a glow in the grayness of this day; typical NW weather.
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Always happy to add a glow to the day! Hope to see you later today, Glenn…I’m hosting Poetics 🙂
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Wonderful ode to the joy of living Lillian! Excellent poem and floating with the dandelion fluffs…I love living like that!
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I much prefer happy living………wouldn’t it be nice to be a little fairy and float on dandelion puffs?? 🙂 Hope you’ll join me today as I’m hosting poetics! ALWAYS love to read your poems!
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I would love to be a fairy! I may drop by. I am posting on Real Toads lately, actually for several months now.
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Interesting comparison between skipping and dancing and passing through.
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Love the contrasts in this, and the vivid images.
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I love the contrasts, and I think sometimes we do just pass through and perhaps that is okay. XXX
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Simply passing through -much in this tender and true Lillian
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I want to skip along, dance and float ~ Some days we may lack the energy and just pass through specially after a tough day ~ Take care Lillian ~
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The older we get the more those “some days” come to mind. Nicely done!
Dwight
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‘somedays, never always’ is so evocative. Beautiful poem!
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Fantastic expression of feelings. This has authentic voice that I found relatable. The last stanza is powerful. Thanks for sharing.
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Wonderful… I would like to “float in dandelion puffs” and “skip… and dance…” too some days. Loved this poem!
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