Clouds spilled across the sky
Leaves no shadow
Leave my scars in open green jar
A whispered cue sparks my dance
From a lull I rose,
twisting, skipping curling
Bubbling up upon the breeze
Breathing
Melting
Shimmering
I spill myself into my journey
Grinning
20170116
Advertisements
Oh, HEAVENS. That was so fast. And so fantastic. Your title ROCKS.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks De. Wasn’t going to do it but yours pushed me. This was a gift and I am grateful. Love how we each manage to say something completely different with the same set of words
LikeLike
Fabulous.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Wow, amazing journey ~
LikeLiked by 1 person
Grace, it is an amazing journey, isn’t it? We are so blessed…
LikeLike
geez, the cascade is so good!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love the title. 🙂
These are my faves:
“From a lull I rose,
twisting, skipping curling”
“I spill myself into my journey
Grinning” … Awesome ending sentiments.
LikeLiked by 1 person
i want to make a jar! great
LikeLiked by 1 person
“I spill myself into my journey
Grinning”
~Grinning myself here! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Ah splendid. All the words, and so unforced.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Impressive verbiage, erbiage! Uncorked, indeed 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I like the phrase “whispered cue sparks my dance” as if something almost unheard initiates a more obvious dancing.
LikeLiked by 1 person
heard by some, not by others.
LikeLike
Amazing!! 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Uncorked indeed! Bubbly, vivacious, sparkling, fun, just like champagne!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Verve Cliquot Grand Dame!
LikeLike
Just love the uncorked version of joyous being beyond the scars. “I spill myself into my journey” is so wonderfully put. ❤
LikeLike
You do realize that one of these days “all of the words” is going to leave you with none to come up with on your own, don’t you? Nicely done, though, with 24 out of 44 being given words. (Or is that 23 because one of the Quadrille Mondays was to write a self-portrait?)
LikeLike
Thank you Olga
Linda, that will surely come to pass, though there may yet be value in the attempt, even though the whole might not make sense.
LikeLike
Oh, the idea of being an uncorked jar, but to go into the journey GRINNING….that is just delightful imagery 🙂
LikeLike
Well done!
LikeLike