Blanket Of Bluebells

Ajon4wheels


In the woodlands. Freely, the purple moths play.
Gaily like a child, running with bliss
A blanket of bluebells comes here, everyday
Mother Nature’s signature of a kiss.

As we ride together side by side.
My gentle eyes are leading me lost
In the flying flickering mist, beyond a net of trees, where it can hide,
Capturing my once shut eyes, soft,

A chance to bounce on the shelf,
Is what I got for my acknowledgment.
On the mattress, jumping. Experiencing the sensation by myself.
Out of a car window, passing by as I went.

By looking at the piece of magic,
Mind blows, on the peaceful sheet.
Escaped from sorrow, grief, the whole world with a flick
of pure, young, live art. Which I did meet,

This morning

  • Author: 4wheels (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 3rd, 2018 16:03
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Users favorite of this poem: Caring dove, Lorna
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  • Caring dove

    really lovely 🙂 enjoyed reading this .. such lovely words used throughout , makes for a very pleasant read

  • Lorna

    Lovely - and as a side note, i would bounce on the bed again if I could but now i would be the one paying for the damage if the ceiling fell down below! So better not - I'll read your poem instead.



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