Capricious clouds billow then wilt

like airy sheers at an open window

whisked away into twilight.

Memories glide the corridors

of my mind, chronicles unnamed,

swept away like golden stars

on a rivers waves with no recall

of the scent of rain

or blossoms bursting in my chest

or a fire burning my tongue.

Inspired by “Stars on Water”
by Paul Militaru

54 thoughts on “Golden Stars

      1. As opposed to my last post… you know because of the elephants. It’s a sad deal.
        My next post is all about straight ahead beauty. Think I’ll go work on that!
        Oh, new Art Gown is days away from finishing.
        However, Taking a break tomorrow to shoot this insane gorgeous mural I found out about. Yahoo!

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  1. I got as far as capricious clouds and had to stop to look the word up. Again I’m just in awe of how you write so that pictures are painted on my mind. Exceptional poem, Holly. Another one that I just adore! Thank you! ๐Ÿ˜˜

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      1. No worries! Iโ€™ve not been reading or sharing for awhile and thatโ€™s what I was referring to. Iโ€™m just getting back to it a bit. Your words are always inspiring!

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