a poem that I wrote today
about the wind
has blown away
my similes
once children clapping
became their pillowed smiles
when napping
meanwhile
I’m left counting words
which skitter swift
as hummingbirds
oh a poem is a fleeting thing
a trace of music on the wing
glinting sunlight in the eye
whispered prayer
blissful sigh
moment’s grace
frowny face
heartbeat beating
delightfilled
fleeting
Jewniquely Myself 
Beautiful Joan – i llove your words — everything about the fleeting poem, the children napping…what a wondrous world you take me to and how i missed it! Blessings, love, hugs! 🙂
Such a sweet delight…can’t say it enough beloved Krishnapriya…welcome home with hugs and love galore!
🙂
‘oh a poem is a fleeting thing
a trace of music on the wing
glinting sunlight in the eye’, what joyous lines! 🙂
So happy to join hands with you in this joy, sweet Pari, , to share the journey and the dance…blessings and love to you!
I’m glad to be a part of this joy too 😊 Wishes from the other side of the world.
Hugs galore to you, sweet friend *smiling heart*