Mindlovemisery Photo Challenge #404 #Poetry February 25, 2022 / Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes Photo credit Sarah Whiley Without Wings This morning, I feel like flour, falling through a sieve Leaving soft white layers of myself behind I am as light as wings Giddy with the power of flight How soon will reality bring me down? ©AnitaDawes 2022 Share this:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Mix (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
My pleasure. The image of a ballerina just came to mind as I read your poem; the lightness and the floating/flowing was captivating. LikeLike Reply
Such clever imagery, Anita!
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I thought Anita’s poem was pure magic too, Steve… she sends her thanks!
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Beautifully expressed!
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Thank you… 🐠🪴
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Begs to be the outline for a short ballet.❤
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What a lovely thing to say, thank you…
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My pleasure. The image of a ballerina just came to mind as I read your poem; the lightness and the floating/flowing was captivating.
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Beautiful lines
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Thank you…
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Thanks for sharing, Michael!
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