Shimmer
Laughter living on its own
can’t be caught and taken home
pick a wild flower watch it die
pretty feathers can not fly.
Clutch not at the little things
holding breaks the brittelings
know the folly of belonging
bless the beauty of your longing.
Slide down from the concrete place
slipping sideways into grace
only love and not possess
the love you bear – your tenderness.
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PJ Girl said,
September 1, 2012 at 4:07 pm
Beautiful x
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 1, 2012 at 5:04 pm
Are there lots of butterflies in your garden today? x
Pawan Hira said,
September 1, 2012 at 4:52 pm
Wow! Each word here is life. Each word here contemplates. Beautiful truth in the end. Love it. 🙂
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 1, 2012 at 4:56 pm
Thank you Pawan. I needed some gentle thoughts today x
letterfrombritain said,
September 2, 2012 at 6:56 pm
Lovely rhythm to your words.
Julia Dean-Richards said,
September 3, 2012 at 4:43 pm
Thank you – some poems want to dance x