Picnic Days

 

Time was a chandelier

glittering from a fairy tale sky-

the day was a butterfly

fluttering about-

us sitting on a candy floss cloud

gliding by-

happiness was food, songs

and even shouts-

reality was a dream-

till the evening hours came-

 

 

 

Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif ~ Picnic(s) @ Poets United

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14 thoughts on “Picnic Days

  1. How I love “Time was a chandelier glittering from a fairy tale sky.” Such a beautiful image. It sounds so lovely, then one senses a change coming in “reality was a dream till the evening hours came.” Sigh. Beautiful, Sumana.

  2. I love the metaphors ‘Time was a chandelier’ and ‘the day was a butterfly’. The second one conveys the ephemeral quality of a day by the sea.

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