Give me your
gossamer threaded dreams
to string together
like memory beads
and we might walk freely
as passengers on vacation
renouncing boredom
for adventures in living color
listening to songs
sung by parrots
and not talk of endings
patched together
with crimped wire
and broken clasps
rather, we should stay always
footloose and fancy free
drinking in the moonlight
one starlit sip at a time
igniting a passion
for existence
and a zest
for living life
out of bounds.
nice
Thanks, Jim!
😉
Living life out of bounds is a good way to go!! Love those closing lines!
Thanks so much, my creative friend. I think it might be a goal for facing a Monday morning 🙂
Thank you for letting us go out of bounds.
Sure thing, John.
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By the lovely L.T. Garvin.
Give me your
gossamer threaded dreams
to string together
like memory beads
Love the opening lines, the memories and dreams that keep us going on our journey to living life out of bounds. Beautifully done, loved the peacock also. 🙂
Thank you, Joan. I think it might be a good philosophy to embrace. I like that peacock also, I probably should have gone with a tropical photo, but I keep harping about the sea. I have found some neat photo sites (that are free) that I need to share with my WordPress friends. I will do that soon 🙂
Lovely, as always.
Thank you so much, Desert Dweller 🙂
Lovely!
Thanks, Marissa!
This was simply beautiful, Lana. Seems I just run by and don’t really have a chance to say which part is my favorite. But the descriptions are always what leave me thinking, long after I turn off my phone. . . <3
Well thank you so much, Robin. Sometimes I think a bit more carefree existence would be truly desirable.
Nice imagery
nice, nice, nice! Greetings. A beautiful poetry
Greetings to you! Thank you so much for the gracious compliment.
Lana, as a fellow “beader,” I find this one especially lovely! Pure genius, turning jewelry making into an analogy for Life. Peacocks look so regal … and sound like madmen, ha!
Ah Debbie, I knew you would see the beading analogy. Peacocks…it’s all about the color, for sure 🙂 Thanks so much.
Embodies a fine philosophy … as the lady sang, got to get back to the garden!
Thank you….yes I think that would be a great song to pair with it for sure!
Lana, you have a real gift with words – such lightness and deftness and poetry – I get tingly reading certain lines! For example:
‘gossamer threaded dreams
to string together
like memory beads’
I’m all for living out of bounds – never did like boxes!
Thank you so much, Annika. I agree, we shouldn’t live confined in a square. I make jewelry which is where I came up with the analogy. 🙂