Whimsical

pinwheels twirling,

spinning from breath,

blown through purple popsicle

stained lips,

sparkling in golden streams of light,

dust fairies floating,

in a summer morning window,

as butterflies catch

in the net of my throat,

words and wants fluttering together.

I spin silk around them,

wrapping them tightly while you aren't looking,

the wings too soft, too new,

to allow them to break.

The roses give me away,

reflecting their pink

on the ashen shyness of

my cheeks,

dabbled with freckles of copper

that fell from seraphim wings.

The stars witness me tossing stones,

desires dropped where sea glass cuts

and moonlight drowns;

They knot themselves to shipwrecks

no one has found.

I toss heart-wrought wishes,

the ghosts of dandelion seeds,

into the storm-ridden sky,

praying they will take root

somewhere.

someday.

Participant's Poems