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Are Some

Which way is up?
Is it the sky?
Cast an eye
Into the dye
Sheer shades of blue
That fades into
Two
One
Glades of softest eiderdown
Thistles parachuting flown
Silken weavers watching from away
We were passersby the other day
Asking each
Out of reach
Hands full of fingerless touch
Shall one imprint
The ink's a hint
Of words to come
So here are some.



Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-05-17 at 15:07

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh how beautifully these words are put together... thoroughly enjoyed this!
2015-05-21


Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful. It flows so well. I like "Hands full of fingerless touch" describing hope. And yes you have begun the dialogue with this nice piece.
2015-05-18