Featherbell Sleeves

By train, plane, by wings,
I hear the angels sing.

Their featherbell sleeves,
golden flutterbies weave

in mind-blowing confection.
I remember the affection

for long distance kin and kith —
missing links that make me writhe,

and Niagara Falls - its plunging
neckline, of psychedelic rainbows, lunging

catapult of sentiment and mist.
The kiss of sunflowers on smiling lips,

cruising excursions, explorations then kips.
The reward of sleep in the rocking cabin -

the deep with its sonorous spin.
Let the feathers fly! In travel, they win

and at last I’ll be calm of Hesperus dreams,
those dreams that come apart at the seams.

I hold tightly to sleeves, that cure of Spring,
a blizzard of lucid color that true living brings.

3/5/2021
Couplets - most with rhymes
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Krutsinger Avatar
March 9, 2021 at 10:03 AM
I have never wanted to go here, but now I do. "and Niagara Falls - its plunging neckline, of psychedelic rainbows, lunging "
Rodrigues Avatar
March 9, 2021 at 1:34 PM
You would love it! :)
Buhagiar Avatar
March 5, 2021 at 11:05 AM
We know from the Bible that angels sing. Human sounds can have great tunes, but angelic voices adorn heaven.
Rodrigues Avatar
March 5, 2021 at 11:38 AM
Only heaven can gift us beyond our wildest dreams! xx
Andresen Avatar
March 5, 2021 at 6:49 AM
- "The kiss of sunflowers on smiling lips - The reward of sleep in the rocking cabin" ... wonderful poem, Kim :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)
Rodrigues Avatar
March 5, 2021 at 6:54 AM
Thanks so much, dear one!
Kendrick Avatar
March 5, 2021 at 6:43 AM
Creative and descriptive work. I wonder what that heavenly choir will sound like? I can't imagine when we all gathered home and the choir starts to sing a song that has never been heard before..We will be in harmony and unison. Sara
Rodrigues Avatar
March 5, 2021 at 6:54 AM
Gives me goosebumps, dear Sara, as does the song, “I Can Only Imagine,” truly a gift from God above. God bless you always!
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