Bottled sunbeams, packaged wind, a thunder cloud to the sky pinned
Have you ever hugged a wave or tied up a laugh it to save?
Something's lost holding water in a sieve, what does it feel like to give?
Ink feelings, written word, touching paper, meaning's blurred
Distilling emotions into ink, where meaning's lost making this drink
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I know there's canned laughter on some - so-called - comedy shows. Doh!
I wondered why I wasn't getting anywhere, using a sieve to try to fill a bottle with water. (heehee).
Yea you got it Orchi that canned laughter is about as fresh as the food you give KP. Hey thanks for the read and comment it is highly appreciated. Keep trying with that sieve you'll get it sooner or later you just have to move fast enough.
And we still do so, in spite of! It’s marvellous symbiosis 🙏🏻🕊
Thanks so much Cryptic to try to reach the impossible seems inherent in us. Appreciate the read and comment.
Ah and when we reach it, the elation and stark surprise 🙏🏻🕊
The image of bottled sunbeams made me smile.
Beautiful poem!!!
Thanks so much Salvia for the read and most kind words they are always appreciated
Bottled sunbeams, packaged wind, a thunder cloud to the sky pinned
Wow you do make me smile dearest sorrenbarret, you are one of my favourite poets Sir.
Last lines kudos 👏 💜💜💜💜
Dear Teddy you are so kind. Thank you for your reads and just being there.
The impossible is only impossible until someone does it, entertaining and enjoyable read
Thanks so much for your support it is most important. Yes tis true and some poems come very close to the impossible. Those are the ones cherished most and closest to the heart.
You are very welcome
The futility of it all, no? But still, here we are and here we keep plodding along. Indeed, some days my expressions seem far more canned than others, but they're always canned. Except when I write poetry. Nothing canned about that, which is why I love the artform. So freeing. Anywho, well done on this my friend. It got me thinking and therefore it gets a fave.
Thanks so much Tristan your words are always appreciated and not only this but anticipated and valued
Thank you, Soren. You are most welcome.
So true, Soren. Oh to have fresh grown, fresh cooked, real or raw… but there is something so nourishing about something genuine, real, and heartfelt. Wonderfully written piece. Thank you!
Thanks so much for the read and comment. Your words of support are most appreciated
What you say is what you get .. or something like that .. exactly as it says on the tin, or words to that effect.. Neville 👍
What you say is what you get .. or something like that .. exactly as it says on the tin, or words to that effect.. Neville 👍
So true Neville and there are things that no language can express, words that don't exist. Appreciate your read and comment.
Brilliant.
Thank you Thomas your words mean a lot
Wonderful opening lines with great imagery. Such an entertaining read Soren. Well done.
Thank you so much Cassie for the read and most kind words they are always appreciated
Some deep questions here.Enjoyable and cleverly constructed
Thanks so much for the read and kind words they are most appreciated.
It feels wonderful to give soren. Fine words.
Andy
Thanks for the read Andy your words are always appreciated.
Nice poem
Well written!!
Thank you so much for your read and kind words they are most appreciated.
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