Thanks to those of you who bared the typo in the title. This is what happens when you're in a hurry and anticapating a 6 hour drive. "Feather" has been corrected.
Thank you all from Tampa tonight.
Susan*
I feel like I'm a feather dancing in the air
My tresses flow behind me as if they have no care
I free-fall through the centuries, the aged times of old
I tremble with the breezes breath I fancy feeling bold
I tickle the children's' nose I flow around their ears
I buzz atop a horses back, I dangle within fears
I travel in dimensions and flow among the kings
I even scrape the golden crowns of Camelot and queens
I fall from the turrets...thrown from a princess high
Then settle in the moat below and float among her sighs
I once again redeem my place in breezes pick-me-up
I flow much further as I light to settle on a pup
The flight just then is tickled with tongues that seek me out
As children of Sir Arthur laugh...pick me up and shout
"Look at thee Mum they shout"..."We found this pretty feather"
"Come rejoice and sing aloud"...as songs of children gather
Just to travel and be free of all that's cumbersome
Brings the dreams to focus at all I've gone and done
I merely want to float away...sometimes it's just a dream
Its out-of-focus wishes in life's grander scheme of things.
Einstein already knew times moves in all directions, but was unable to do something with that knowledge. Tesla actually visited places out of linear time. On rare occasions those other planes allow small tokens to be taken along upon return to this illusion. On the occasion described in this eloquent poem it was reason for celebration. What are incidents now often unnoticed will one time be as common as breathing, not limited to dreams only. Until then we will cherish our dreams.
A nice reminder that spring is here. Did you mean to spell feather fearher in the title? Where did we meet? I appreciated your comments about my poems. We native Savannahians are a special breed.
Sounds like you are doing a bit of astral travelling or soul flight, or maybe even both Susan, in this mesmerizing and period pen
The feather represents your soul self, rising above all the problems and anxieties of the material world.
This is the perfect beginning to my afternoon reviews
Peter
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Excellent, uplifting, beautiful poetry; well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
stunning poetry!
etw
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The feather represents your soul self, rising above all the problems and anxieties of the material world.
This is the perfect beginning to my afternoon reviews
Peter
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