Soar
Songbird notes dive and swell
Flying in the wind of cotton candy sky of my imagination
Drum tap water drops gather in the packed sink
Nearly silent but still supporting
The tips of golden Gerbers tinted brown with age
Compliment them in an odd contrast
Making them wise
Dormant children’s toys wait to be loved
Like so many do in their own lives
Markers capped contain the colors to contrast the dull
But are constrained by their self-inability
Bunched and heaped into a pile they plot
Plans of privilege and being proactive
Soon they will reign themselves instead of slaves of others
If a hopeful wisher plucks a puffed dandelion from the grass and blows
Does it not spread to plant more wishes?
If with a needle a child is pricked and injected with an antigen
Are they not protected from the potential disaster of the pathogen?
If one fell from their high accomplishments
would they not learn to regain their footing?
Pain and failure should not be equated to faults
About the Creator
joscelyne Waters
Love for the arts. All the pictures in my stories are my own photography. Thanks for reading and hope you enjoy. Keep reading and writing.
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