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CVIII.


supple dancers and sleek athletes
performing in the clouds;
hieroglyphs and funny faces
sketched out in carpet loops
waft up and down the hall
to steal attention’s thrall
and summon other groups;
puppydogs and honeybears
gleefully romp in raindrop crowds
upon my foggy windowpane,
while elephants and camels
transport exotic loads
toward shadow destiny,
pay no homage, no excise tax
for imagination's company.
Ah, but springfever's
wispy symptoms
pervade my every glimpse;
they haunt my every dream;
they thrill my waking hours.
yes, I have every symptom
and each, my heart devours.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay

They're sometimes so wispy that they've evaporated or gone invisible when I look again to find them!

Walk On By - Diana Krall

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Good afternoon. I am so sorry I missed this lovely wispy poem...actually, reading it today under heavy gray skies while sitting in my office between classes is just right. A delightful poem and image and song...and to think it was an "accident" of sorts. May we all have such accidents on a regular basis. :) Have a great Thansgiving. :) ~~Theresa
That's so beautiful, how the words flow, the word choices. I love how you accidentally published it! It must have known it was ready! :-)
Nellieanna, I must have missed this one when I first came over. I love it! I was temporarily comforted and felt like a small child ... My senses were alerted and had me envisioning elephants and dirt floors for some reason. The carnival. The circus! And then, springtime. Thank you so much. It's beautiful! Cher
Imagination trickling down your window pane, leaving rivlets of inspiration. It just does not get better than that.
Great hub! When they get so wispy and invisible to where you can't find them, figure out where you left your keys, they are probably there (lol).
Beautiful imagery, very nice! Voted up and awesome!
I envy without permission, It comes without my complicity. btw, Both my daughters appear in my hub "Worlds most beautiful woman" I will be writing a hub about her soon. Letting my thoughts age in the oak casket!
p.s. Audrey is a new read for me. Another gifted poet.
Stunning piece! Arb is totally right!!!
That you write so breathlessly, by accident, adds envy to everything I already keep for you.
Stunning!
I could well have described your symptoms to you long ago, but, I so enjoy watching an appetite bent on devouring life, while so deliciously daring you to do so!
p.s. love Nora Jones
And yet somehow they linger
brighten our days.
Dancing with us into the night.
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