Through Ice Flowers

Gold cherry

By lenchenelf

Sun, 06 Mar 2022
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Personal dreams float away with limited baggage:

wrappers of self, discards of transit between

 

home and reality mark passage on the roadside.

Their footprints and loose down melt into snow

 

with their names.

 

Numbers flock, fear-ruffled feathers, colour noted;

now a tether, to this land. 

 

Fly away little birds, find warmer hearts

 

where all have worth,  borders mean nought,

sing of the place when you find it.

 

 

 

 

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Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

This moving and very powerful little poem is our Facebook and Twitter Pick of the Day!

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Submitted by lenchenelf on

for your kindness.

Best wishes

Lena 

 

Submitted by Tom Brown on

Lovely daydreams,

"Personal dreams float away ,with their names".

Jenny, Jenny dreams are ten a penny ...

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

good of you to stop by and read.

best to you

Lena

 

Submitted by littleditty on

That last line. Is very moving indeed xx

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

Thanks for your kindness xx

Lena x

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Lovely, lenchenelf. Good POD.

Rich

 

Submitted by lenchenelf on

You are very generous. Sad that world circumstances prompted the writing of it.

Best wishes

Lena

 

Submitted by Penny4athought on

The poignancy of this poem leaves the reader contemplating that last line..and if that better place exists...birds will sing about it.smiley

Penny4athought

Submitted by lenchenelf on

...for your thoughtful reading. Sadly those of a different hue are held in stasis, birds appear to have a freedom we don't afford to each other. Their song may lead, I hope.

best wishes

Lena x