Making memories fly

Our thoughts hanging over us,
invisible text balloons, colliding, flirting,
some of yours mating with mine,
and new thoughts are born.

They will once set off into life,
freed cage birds,
no longer intertwined in our speech, gone
with more and more blue skies in between.

You have a way with words, I say
and I think you know what I mean,
as your hands are a bird now,
flying silently, fluently, away.


Comments on: "Making memories fly" (10)

  1. beechdey said:

    Reblogged this on Beechdey’s Weblog.

  2. Oh Ina this is truly beautiful and one of my very favourites of your recent writings. And I have to add that YOU have away with words and that is such a gift. L&H ❤️ Xxx

    • Hi Christine, thank you very much. You yourself know your way about with words I think! 🙂 ❤ xxx L&H

  3. Especially love that last stanza.

  4. Yep, we are all cartoon telepaths. I like this one very much.

  5. Nettie Schroders said:

    Ina mooie woorden, ik moet de vertaling er bij nemen en dan kunnen zinnen er anders uit zien.maar toch het is mooi. Gr Nettie

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