Dust floats
tiny particles of life, unfurled
waft
Some sparkle upon catching
rays of light
maybe they too, are reluctant
to leave the circle.
Breathing deep to keep
the clarity
focused
eye to eye
reflections come in whispers
which reverberate
as echoes through the chambers
of my heart.
It’s spring
and,
love is in the air.
Sending thought through waves
I reached out to touch
but
she flits
she floats
she flies
with all the elegance expected
of a Ladybird
and though we have met
in this blue serenity
it’s such a tenuous connection
for, as always
she is neither here
nor there
she is everywhere.
~*~
© Daydreamertoo *All rights reserved
Shared with Poetry Jam #Connections
Poets United Think Tank #89 ‘Light’
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sparkling dust… Maybe I won’t clean after all! I know my cat likes to jump around and try to catch them. : Voices echo… but thoughts float… 🙂
Sending thought through waves
I reached out to touch
so nice…I am always painting air. I want to make it feel like you are always touching something even when you see nothing…air waves are there!
“blue serenity” ha! only you would do that, when blue is supposed to be sad ordinarily lol. I think blue and feel depressed though
it’s such a tenuous connection
for, as always
she is neither here
nor there
she is everywhere.
Oh, yes, Daydreamertoo, touching on anther core beautiful truth. Thank you, for this!
I like the connection with nature…and yes spring is here ~
http://everydayamazin.blogspot.ca/2012/03/monday-morning.html
sending thoughts through waves….that is soooo fantastic.
I loved this one.
This is nice.
Hm, connection is such fun!
You carried me into that room, allowed me to see the dust motes and fairy floats. Lovely.
Lovely poem. I enjoyed the alliteration (flits, floats, flies, here, there, everywhere) and the metaphor of a fleeting connection, something you want but cannot grasp, yet the thrill of chasing after it … I like “reluctant to leave the circle,” the human need to belong, be part of something. Your poem is full of meaning, thanks for sharing!
A very posh Ladybird connects to your poem!
Love, light, life – everything that matters is beautifully expressed here. Perfect conclusion.
Your poetry just grows better and better, Bre, though I am not sure how that is possible. Wonderful, my lovely friend.
Incredibly lovely … I felt light as a feather just reading your poem.
This is a lovely musing on these small kinds of encounters and brief connections. I am enjoying getting to know your work. Thanks for your continued participation at Poetry Jam.
Magical! I love “reflections come in whispers”
I’m here … Love, cat.
as long as she and all her friends dont throw a party in my house again we are cool…ha…they tend to congragate in the steeple of my roof…love the little dance in your close on this…
So lovely… I especially like:
reflections come in whispers
which reverberate
as echoes through the chambers
of my heart
This is just beautiful. I love the last lines..she is not here nor there, she is everywhere. So true, oh so true. If you look at PJ, you will now see that I indicated when the prompts will go up. We usually have done Tuesday evening, but this week was a human glitch. Glad to see you here with your wonderful words.
“She is everywhere”. SPECTACULAR. Perfection.
Beautiful Bren
I don t want to leave
You have encompassed the
Magic of the season
But if she is everywhere, I can I ever track her down, that is just too much work for the cat..haha
Trying to pin down that other (who perhaps doesn’t want to be connected)..can be such a game..like trying to hold light in your hand..and yet there is not exhaustion in this piece..just hope..and beauty..Jae
Lovely … She may be “neither here nor there” perhaps because she is everywhere ?