To know the flexibility of a willow is to adapt to all that is placed in front of us and to be able to hold our focus through it all. This is a bright and airy pen, Jude that soothes the soul.
Take care,
Sherry
I really like this. And browsing thru the reviews, I see I'm not the only one. Reading your poem, I felt physically buffeted by the wind, and felt the fresh, crisp life-birthing air at the end. Good one. --Charlie
yes enjoyed this...I was just admiring the bare trees the beauty that lay under all the greenery of spring and summer the beauty that lay under the marvelous colors of fall and yes dreams were born
Jude the gusty winds the weather is like life
Always changing but there's always hope
For the warm sunlight!
Beautiful and inspiring write!!
Peace Love and hugssss...Morning Star
Jude the weather is forever changing and soon the sun will brighten the skies and melt the frost, lots to look forward in the future. Thank you for sharing.
Love it! Bounce is balanced, indeed~! {Inspired expression, Jude.}
Wind makes a great metaphor, and you make us feel it pulling one minute, pushing the next. Suddenly I feel like a leaf that has been picked up and made to dance. . .liiiike it, i liiiiiike it. THANKS!
<3 Pea <3
... The bouncing bard balancing on bared branches buds dreams to delight even the most dormant! :)) And who can sleep when there's just soo much creativity in the universe waiting to be unleashed by the trigger of advancing light? High-wired and swinging from the depths of the concrete jungle, those winds whistling through the New York grid form a matrix of energy that heightens expectation and brings those buds to life. Fabulous ascendence and resurgence here. Like that the single line is as a fulcrum in the centre. A nourishing write for those of us who feast on dreams. K xx
Dangit, Jude, this is fantastic! The imagery, the intensity...a StormSpinner kind of write, wish I'd thought of this! Well done, into my library it goes. Thank you!!
The poem reminds me about how that Nilen river's reed swayed when Moses basked was pushing them as it slowly floated away pushed by a breeze that tilted the reeds to the left or bend them to the right.
Your poem's breeze sounds like a whisper.
Georg
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Take care,
Sherry
Sandy
thanks
Rewards even dormant efforts
When growth is again visible and light
Feeds the arriving gust of budding dreams"
Yes Jude, gusts of budding dreams, what else do we have? To dream is to grow and fulfill your destiny..
Much peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Always changing but there's always hope
For the warm sunlight!
Beautiful and inspiring write!!
Peace Love and hugssss...Morning Star
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Wind makes a great metaphor, and you make us feel it pulling one minute, pushing the next. Suddenly I feel like a leaf that has been picked up and made to dance. . .liiiike it, i liiiiiike it. THANKS!
<3 Pea <3
Great inspiration and the bounce,
Oh Yasss!
Regis
Ron
I find your words to be very uplifting to my spirit. Thanks for the injection!
Love & Light always and in all ways,
Joseph*
This is beautiful.
Susan
Blessings,
Joyce B.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Your poem's breeze sounds like a whisper.
Georg
Be safe,
Karen
John
Sandie Angel :o)
Stay warm
Ron
nice work, Jude...
well,I can dream,
stan
Love,
ET
each seed sure to inspire indeed. ..
ness