Short Thistledown Poems

riding on 
a puff of wind
thistledown...

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plumed gems
flit and flutter
from whitest Queen Anne's Lace
To purple thistledown roadside
treasure...

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Plumed gems
flit and flutter
from whitest Queen Anne's Lace
to purple thistledown; roadside
attraction....

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We played a lot of games,
the stars dancing of their loud laughs.

They seemed cluster of angels
surrounded me with their songs too.

I wanted to close my eyelids,
to listen their innocent voices.

Their sadness was still very lucid,
like hanging thistledown in space.

And their midnight painful pules,
cleaved and grinded me unceasingly....

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There was an old woman, who lived in town,
She had seven cats, all of whom wore frowns,
When crimson butterflies left, each sundown,
Off to their sweet dreams, in the thistledown.

Much more fun to run in sun and green grass,
Then going to bed, with pearl moon, at last;
But, in puss dreams, butterflies made a splash,
They were all colors flying, while cats dashed!


Written on 2/22/2023
For: Nursery Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper...

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