BUT A FEATHER

 

But a feather

floats in the air

ever eluding my grasp

but mesmerizing my vision.

 

I attempt to follow

the feather

floating and drifting

in the wind.

 

It constantly flutters close 

and then flitters away;

grazing my fingers

but never allowing me

to grab it and pull in near.

 

It blows in the wind
toward an everlasting
eternity of dreams.

 

The feather slips 

between my fingers again

as I am lost in this dream

of the gorgeous feather;

always reaching for me 

but never quite grasping it.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

one from an old spiral notebook written sometime in the late 80's.

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Way to go! Enjoying them - slc


 

 

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that's the way it goes

that's the way it goes sometimes.