Castles In The Air


Quote: Do you ever wonder why we build castles in the air? Perhaps, it's to soften the blow of a harsh world that never seems to slide nor adjust to our individual expectations. Ever since I was a little girl the blooming fields and goldenrods of nature held me captive in a spell Heartbeat moments of grace sifted through me at the most unexpected moments leaving transient gifts, in a playground full of magic ! A young impressionable child was I, held captive by the Holiest of things here and far beyond ! *** I remember the Angels fanning their wings turning my weightless body into feathers in a field full of daisies and floating castles in the air. It was in a carousel ride full of flying horseys, then one day I asked the Angels to take me home, "Let go child " was all they said, and then they flew away leaving me sitting there, me and my childhood whirligig !
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Vaso Avatar
April 13, 2024 at 1:05 AM
I really enjoyed this, lovely poem!
Rodgers Avatar
April 12, 2024 at 7:42 AM
Dear Rose, your poem beautifully captures the longing for a world of magic and grace amidst the harsh realities of life. Your imagery of blooming fields, goldenrods, and angels evokes a sense of wonder and nostalgia, showing the innocence and purity of childhood dreams. I loved the portrayal of fleeting moments of magic and the bittersweet realization of growing up tugging at the heartstrings, highlighting the delicate balance between imagination and reality. Wonderful!-Blessings, Daniel
Rose  Avatar
April 12, 2024 at 4:38 PM
So nice to hear from you Daniel, always a pleasure seeing what you derived from my words, Keep well :)
DiMino Avatar
April 12, 2024 at 7:35 AM
"then one day I asked the Angels to take me home, "Let go child " was all they said, and then they flew away leaving me sitting there, me and my childhood whirligig !" -- sometimes angels seem more like mules than horseys...perhaps why God gave them wings...and not thoroughbred hearts like that of a gifted, enchanting child, dancing on clouds. Restorative read. Thank you.
Rose  Avatar
April 12, 2024 at 4:37 PM
lol, yes they can me more like mules, but they are bright, and far beyond our mere comprehension, thanks for your visit, :)
Buhagiar Avatar
April 12, 2024 at 1:50 AM
Reading this magnificent poem sends me into a magical trance. So beautifully expressed. But that has always been your lovely style. Hugs.
Rose  Avatar
April 12, 2024 at 4:36 PM
Thank you Victor, coming from you this compliment means alot. thanks for your visit,
One Avatar
April 11, 2024 at 9:20 AM
I love the day dream nature of your poem and how away with the fairies your were.. love the nostalgic feeling to it... we have great imaginations as children and you still have a great one my friend..
Rose  Avatar
April 11, 2024 at 11:44 AM
I love to dream still, even at my age, I dream shamelessly and leave this world often, thanks for seeing me S, its nice when your understood !
Callus Avatar
April 11, 2024 at 6:01 AM
You are not the only one to build castles in the air, dear Vienna! They distract us from the realities of life, and often reflect our personal wants, wishes and dreams. In old age I still draw numerous blueprints for castles that invade the realm of my imagination! ~ Warm regards and hugs, my friend /x/ paul
Rose  Avatar
April 11, 2024 at 11:44 AM
Yes Paul I am deeply grateful for the gift of imagination. I get it from my granny who showed me the gift when I was little, thanks for sharing a comment,
Jones Avatar
April 11, 2024 at 4:55 AM
Very creative and engaging! Is it for contest?
Rose  Avatar
April 11, 2024 at 11:43 AM
not sure which contest you are referring too, lol, just wrote it this morning, for my poetry gala in May , :)
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