They never seem heavy
just multiplicitous,
as if she stood
beneath a galaxy
of starlings,
wispy afterthoughts
…………raining
……down
from murmurations
their murmurings
perhaps,
or muses
task masters
EXPECTATIONS…..you say
perhaps
she does
make it look
easy, though
effortless,
effervescent —
bubbling over
like champagne,
watching
….it
……..fall
…………to
……..the
page
giggling
who wouldn’t kiss the rim,
let it tickle
like a feather
against your soul
then juggle
the soft ideas
aloft awhile
until something forms
in midair:
………………ideas
…….dreams
…………a poem
….of feathers
…………….floating
Image: Hand on Feathers, Martial Raysse. Poem ©2020, Jen Payne. National #NaPoWriMo. National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.
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