Changeling.

Fay Slimm.

 

 

Changeling.

 

Invisible dancer Air moves with ease
buoyantly changing its imprint
on earth's waiting surface of seasons,
yet windswept Air broadcasts ferment
of mutating chicanery
by state of weathered uncertainty.

 

Air can create snowy-white sculptures
with sudden modified action
producing from cool icier currents,
and light as feathers it will swirl drifts
of autumn- leaf gentleness then
blow up a tornado bent on mischief.

 

Yet when sunk in summer depression
Air forgets to ruffle small waves,
limp sails need bellows for ventures
but changeling ether favours no bluster
of demon breath when ballet-laced
breeze tip-toes on sea making no fuss.

 

From waltz to flamingo on coastal hills
Air loves feeling freedom where
clifftops let divas hone ever more skills.

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2020 05:13
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  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    HI FAY ~ GOOD MIDWEEK ! Thanks for an awsome Pic an* Poem. We would have used FLAMENCO in verse 4 - But The FLAMINGO is a Dance !
    Being a *POET* I always see pictures in clouds - blown leaves - waves & flowing water ! Your lovely poem reminds us that all these images are dynamic & transient ! To some extenet its the same with most People who pass in & out of our Lives every day. I often fell in Love with a GIRL going the wrong way on an Escalator (think about it !). In both our JOBS ~ Angela & I brush shoulders with many People every week but few mke a big impression. However there are those on MPS (like yourself !) who do make an inpression and whom we meet - every day - in Cyberspace ~ but (probably) never in Realspace. Thanks for Caring & Sharing !

    Blessings & Love & Joy & Peace
    Angela - Brian - Smokey 💛💛💛

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay.

  • Neville


    .. So beautiful it almost hurts to expel or exhale any of it.... so very precious ... for where indeed would we be without it .....

  • Goldfinch60

    May those breezes forever breath life and visions within us Fay.

    Andy



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