My foxtrot-words
in a fitful frenzy leaped
into a frosty dizziness-
they would have been there
sans hues of life forever
had they not fallen
on the lap
of daffodil memories-
I feel them there gestating-
here I am marking time
for their ‘fractal flight’ home**-
** art print of Maria Popova
Posted for Sunday Muse #151 hosted by Carrie
I loved these words for themselves, before I saw the picture. In the light of that, they take on a further level of meaning. Either way, arresting and vivid.
I’m here loving your introductory “f’s”, Summana. And those ‘daffodil memories’ may save our sanity.
Thank you for being here, it’s been a long time since we have read your words here. Thank you too for peeking in on me.
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“had they not fallen / on the lap / of daffodil memories-” – wonderful!
O, thank gods for daffodils! And for the real skill of leaping!
This is absolutely gorgeous Sumana! Your poem leaps off the page into hearts! I love it!
A delightful take on the art … and a joy to read.
Sumana! My heart leapt as high as the fox when I saw you had penned a poem – and such a wonderful one…………….the foxtrot words and daffodil memories make me smile.
Wonderful words. 🙂
A leap of thought, an exquisite poem. So happy to see you posting , havent seen you in a long while. Stay safe Sumana
Much💜live
had they not fallen on the lap of daffodil memories- What beautiful writing
It has been too long Sumana Welcome Back. This is a daffodil moment.
I loved this poem and learnt a new word, foxtrot!