Time was a chandelier
glittering from a fairy tale sky-
the day was a butterfly
us sitting on a candy floss cloud
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
14 thoughts on “Picnic Days”
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.
candy floss cloud
Oh but time how sweetly you added thus to the decor of life
beautiful! I love the idea of time being a chandelier
If I remember rightly the kids slept in the car going home…or were moaning or sick!
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.
Oh, the beauty of your picnic days! Delight.
Your poem is filled with so many beautiful images…I want to go with you on a picnic!!
Time a chandeliers, day as butterflies …beautiful imagery! Just Wow. .. Take me along on this silk route. Beautiful poem, Sumana.
Sounds heavenly. Love the candy floss clouds.
Time was a different kind of day, back when captured in a dream, or in the fun of a picnic experience.
“Time was a chandelier” ….awesome description of the picnic day!