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 its just a dream
Its out-of-focus wishes in life's grander scheme of things.
This feather floated me back in time.
As always with your style, great flow and rhyme.
Truely enjoyed, quite refreshing
Puts life in perspective
Some things just need to 'float way'
DWB
Magic carpet, feather, even Peter Pan - we simply wish to float on air. To lift our oft weary lives from the ground of this demanding world. The bliss of it! Free as a bird.
As a ten year old when I first saw Mary Poppins I envied her ability just to open her umberella and up she went. I wished (wish) I could sit upon a cloud. Pity those umberellas are not available.
Ah well, I suppose we can always open up our imagination, close our eyes and drift away.
Oh, you're so good at taking us on a trip of the fanciful and the unimagined. This one does all of that... and more. Loved every word and phrase and delicious description. Thank you, dear poet of AD for another of these floating outings. I can sleep and dream... now! - Bill
The hoar witch and her forest full of malformed creatures await Vanx and his curious group of companions as they try to save the fairy folk and their magical Heart Tree from the powerful old crone and her evil.
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(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Michael
As always with your style, great flow and rhyme.
Truely enjoyed, quite refreshing
Puts life in perspective
Some things just need to 'float way'
DWB
would be a in a pillow neath the head
of a fair Princess lady name of Susan
as she dreams of love snuggled in bed
Sorry Susan but couldn't resist adding my two cents worth to this wonderful poem and all the other vivid images it stirs up. Great write sweetie.
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Fee
As a ten year old when I first saw Mary Poppins I envied her ability just to open her umberella and up she went. I wished (wish) I could sit upon a cloud. Pity those umberellas are not available.
Ah well, I suppose we can always open up our imagination, close our eyes and drift away.
Breezy write, Susan.
Regards
Dai
Be safe,
Karen
Love Pierre.
very nice.....Art Sun...
and I'm a poet
:-)
Walt
Love,
CJ
Sandie May Angel :o)