Finding

Fay Slimm.

 

Finding.

 

And as the wind finds holes

to whistle thru' I see gaps in the mist

of fancy's hold

and string words to fill 

them, as poets do, then brimming

with lyrical hope 

I find rhythm and begin to blow.

 

  • Author: Fay Slimm. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 9th, 2021 02:35
  • Comment from author about the poem: Felt, after viewing the image, a need for a fun-post today -- hope you enjoy.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 48
  • User favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek.
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Comments4

  • Saxon Crow

    Stitching with words is so much fun. Good one Fay

  • dusk arising

    That fairly describes how inspiration falls and mists clear as one's poetic creativity leads a trail.

  • L. B. Mek

    Inspiration, in every gust
    (a lovely depiction
    succinct and light in tone, but deep in its layered meaning)
    a wonderful read, dear Fay

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    A lovely expression , Fay 🙂 love your fun poem )



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