Open arms. Open up!Little airplane will flyright in! Open sky.Open heart,tiny vessel, already broken:filling a slotopen for infants.
Sam Edge has the Real Toads playing with language in the style of e.e. cummings. Not that this tiny poem fits that tall order, but here it is.
So charming and full of love and truth, Marian--so clever to use the idea of feeding for this bigger notion of nurturing (and other things.) It's really well done. K.
ReplyDeleteThis invites an amazingly imaginative journey.. tiny planes flying through arteries searching out the heart.
ReplyDeleteOpen your heart and all sorts of things can fly in...
ReplyDeleteLove just needs the tiniest opening...love it!!
ReplyDeleteopen heart ...and so many layers....great take on the prompt....
ReplyDeleteGreat images and sentiment - it amazing how powerful a short poem can be
ReplyDeleteClever and so vivid! I love how seamless yours is~
ReplyDeleteYou've got me crying again, because this is so beautiful and heartfelt.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
Hugs! :)xx
ReplyDelete... great job!
ReplyDeletesweet, Marian ~
ReplyDeletegosh i thought this one had a little bite to it, a little darkness. but no one read it that way. back to the drawing board! zoom zoom!
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