Sky,your cloud tiers,like a wedding dress,all ruffles & chiffon,tease,showing a little leg,& I thank you for that.The acheis manageable now.Where before I bloatedwith the weightof all the absorbing,now I’m lean& mean to lift my skirts,dance, inspired,not in spite of you.I’ll have cake,toss handfuls of rice,release myself--To you, sincerely.
For Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads: Conversation
Can't quite tell where reality ends and dada begins :-)
ReplyDeleteThose clouds, bloated or not, will have their say.
I love the vision from your soaring view~
ReplyDeleteYour ending is so true and smug-love it!
So very appropriate, Marian. As I remember it, losing or keeping weight for that dress is utmost. Almost equal to the mechanical parts of the wedding (not that I needed one myself).
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a bit saucy, if I read between the lines. Guess that's always the case, with a poem, though - reading there ~
ReplyDeleteThis is gorgeous, Marian. A poem like this leaves me feeling full. There is so much recognizable humanity in the voice you have chosen, and I get the sense of the speaker as having come through a dark time into the glory of blue sky.
ReplyDeleteexactly! xo
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