August 1, 2020
Growing-moon thoughts
Night whirled me through the tunnel
with no stars. At the light when it slowed,
feathers brushed by, whispering;
a faraway land of stories came
as crocheted blanket.
Were they promises or dreams---
thread by thread, a song of longing---
that I should search the stars for?
©Sreeja
Poerty written for Sunday Muse 119 photo prompt.
I love the "song of longing that I should search the stars for."
ReplyDeleteI love the idea of stories coming as a crocheted blanket. This is so lovely Sreeja! I am so delighted to have you join us today!
ReplyDeleteooooohhh...this is magical & comforting. I love that image of stories coming like blankets for warmth & dreams. :)
ReplyDeleteSreeja, I too enjoyed your allusion to the blaket's threads, gigantic with meaning.
ReplyDeleteIt is sooo nice to see you here, like OSI days again.
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"a faraway land of stories came
ReplyDeleteas crocheted blanket." - Indeed.
Mysterious and comforting.
ReplyDeleteA crocheted blanket each stitch connected to the next. It feels much like web or dream catcher.
ReplyDeleteA marvelous portrayal of the stuff of dreams. Well said!
ReplyDelete"song of longing" so beautiful.. This is a beautiful poem of dreams.
ReplyDeleteI love "stories as a crocheted blanket". A sweet-dreamed filled poem.
ReplyDeletethank you so much to all beloved poets!
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