You know the magic is still alive
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What
an Easter Basket
Taught Me
about Life
In the mere twinkling of an eye
on this Easter day
as millions of people across our planet
descend these same steps,
blessed.
So many elusive gifts
of compassion and abandoning woes
we move by the improbable nature
of invisible beliefs-
and the nature of their existence,
within us.
Adjusting our sails,
shelling worries and etching memoirs
dripping in moments of fondness
innocently hilarious
and utterly sugary
sentiments submerged
by charming eyes
and pointed rescues
all across our planet.
Capturing both lyrical and unmelodious
effects,
setting the stages of our lives.
"I can believe things that are true
and things that aren't true
and I can believe things where
nobody else knows if they're true
or not."
Neil Gaiman
16 comments:
sweet!
very nice....i am forever adjusting my sails!!!
Congratulations on this wonderful and exquisite poem!
Karen, this is excellent. You nailed it in feeling, sentiment and word. Well done.
A beautifully written response to the prompt...
I so love the thought of sugary sentiments!
Adjust those sails, matey! You are a font of creativity
ALOHA from Honolulu,
ComfortSpiral
=^..^=
A wonderful poem and perfect photo accompaniment. Hope your holiday was very happy -- and thanks so much for your blog visits!
Lovely take on the prompt Karen. Yes, submerge the sugary sentiments.
Oh this is so lovely. Not a word I often use with such sincerity.
Thanks for pointedly rescuing me with these wistful feelings !
Well done, very thoughtful with lines to echo for quite some time
You are so welcome!
I know, me too!
Thank you, some days words just run out of me!
Dripping in moments of fondness...love.
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