Back to the comfort, security and contentment of my favourite theme. Think many could do with a blizzard of these purifying, cleansing Dream Feathers at the moment, blowing wholesale over the desertous soul of this troubled world... LOL K xx
PS... Blurry picture is actually a Griffon Vulture, wing span 7-9 feet... but what's a magnificent bird of prey or two between friends?? :))
DREAM FEATHERS
Softly floating boudoir curl,
a sigh the shape of a wisp
A snowflake in the blizzard
that survives in the form
of a kiss.
A treasured theft from
eagles’ lair,
the trophy of a winning dare:
Captured fantasies of challenge
and of bold endangered quests;
or sweet with thoughts of quietude
against satisfying breasts
I loved this Kate. The line 'Softly floating boudoir curl, a sigh the shape of a wisp' is just incredible. A beautifully constructed piece of escapism. Simply superb!!!
Chanti
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on July 24, 2006
There is something about your poetry that is so unique..I can't put my finger on it but by Jove it's THERE!!!!!
Glorious piece! Love it!
This is absolutely dreamy Kate...like a summer afternoon and a moments peace upon a pillow strewn, down duvet...awash in imagination. Twisting hair in your fingers as you sigh and dream of kisses and climbs and lover's fantasies...dreamy illusion where vultures dare.
Love,
Taylor
In the quiet peace we look up as the swoosh of an astonishing bird with a wing span in majestic beauty brushed the crags of the mind with a pen perfectly painted.
Susan
I feel the urge to spread my wings and float on thermals above the feathery pristine clouds! Beautiful work Kate!Spain seems to be your soul mate;-)Looking forward to more of these gems!
Kate, your mind is stunning! This poem actually energized me...made me want to get up and knock someone over or something! It just left me with a can-do attitude...someone smack Andy...maybe I should, I'm feeling spunky!
The muse rakes in the booty for her dream catcher, a weaved labyrinthe connecting us with the ethereal energies through cathartic flight. Preening out hatred, cleansing, and rearranging the filaments of life. Dream Feathers cleanses the aura, Kate. Contour feathers enable our personal flight of fancy, inspiration, and achievement, covert feathers help align us with the forces that facilitate out-of-body experiences, primary flight feathers connect us to our feminine energies of creative imaginations, birth, and intuition, and down feathers insulate us against changes in both mind climate and meteorology and are continual symbols of protection. This poem gives a sense of touch...
Sage
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 21, 2006
OOOOO yes yes yes.. nothing beats----------->thoughts of quietude
against satisfying breasts <----- yup the way i wanna drown...
Awwww this is perfect and matches the mood I am in today, been so busy it's been sorta sureal here, your poem though as always soothed me and brought a smile to my face.
Hugs,
Pops
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on July 21, 2006
I like the way you subtly brought the focus from the snowflake kiss to the theft of the eagle's eggs, or baby eagles, either way the paradox is stunning. To be challenged and to succeed is definitely a rush. Big time.
Hmmmm... could be right, Ed... he's attacking anything that moves at the moment... unless its dead. i.e. He fits the bill... or beak. LOL binoKulars Kate xx
A lullabye to be sure........
so wonderful
ty for writing this
my highest compliment to you
WISH I WROTE IT........but since I didn't and you did.....I get to fly off with the reward of reading and SAVING IT!!!!!!!
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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Chanti
Glorious piece! Love it!
Vesna:)
Aberjhani
the challenge is bold, sweets thoughts satisfy its bosom ...
Love,
Taylor
Susan
ET
Love Tinka
Susan
Sage
against satisfying breasts <----- yup the way i wanna drown...
Dear sweet friend, this is touchingly beautiful and romantic. Sigh! To dream like this is a gift, indeed, as are your words. Bless you!!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Hugs,
Pops
B&R
But are you sure that's not a Turner vulture, flying high overhead?
When you fly like a condor or an eagle....you get to see everything from a 360 degree perspective...
Great and liberating poem
Peter
I wish I was flying with Him right now
Love and peace
Huda
so wonderful
ty for writing this
my highest compliment to you
WISH I WROTE IT........but since I didn't and you did.....I get to fly off with the reward of reading and SAVING IT!!!!!!!
Pax........Anita