My anklets fill the air with resounding laughs 

As I scuttle between tall blades of grass.

I feel free 

Like I'm the breeze.

A yearning dream

Lounges among the clouds.

Her hand caresses my cheek,

I feel safe and sound.

Did I tell you that I feel free?

Free from the restraint of a rhyme scheme;

Free from structure;

Free from obsessions

Like a speck of dust on a travel spree.


I fly up to her arms,

Secured within the walls of my bubble.

Embraced by the sun, winsome and warm,

I melt like butter. 

Every jiffy that led to this moment 

Permeates the liquescent me

And dyes my form and essence. 

I breathe.


As pale cotton clouds

Surge forth for a cozy hug,

My bubble blows out.


I realize that I'm seven heavens too far 

From the one who keeps me safe, sane and sound;

The one who hoards my dreams in a jar;

The one who cocoons herself in a blanket of clouds.

But that's okay,

I sense no change,

As I witness my hydrous form levitate 

Above all the milestones I'd once celebrated.





◄ The Aftermath

Plath's Poppies ►


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John Marks

Wed 23rd Sep 2020 01:08

A speck of dust. A dust mote in a shaft of dappled sunlight. Coming in and out of view

. Otto Plath was an entomologist, specializing in bumble bees. At home, he kept a few hives of honey bees.

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Shifa Maqba

Tue 11th Aug 2020 11:14

Thank you, Shehariah, for your lovely comment!

Thank you Jordyn for your constant support!

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Sun 9th Aug 2020 02:42

“I feel free like the breeze.”

I paused a moment and imagined what that might feel like. Beautiful imagery!

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Shifa Maqba

Sun 2nd Aug 2020 18:28

Thank you, Leon! Really glad that you enjoyed this piece. ?

Thank you, Stephen, for hitting a like!

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Sat 1st Aug 2020 10:52

Oh, Shifa! reading this gem has made my day.

Thank you so much!


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Shifa Maqba

Sat 1st Aug 2020 05:11

Thank you for your unwavering support, Abdul! Both your encouraging remarks and rose are cherished.
Thank you curiousdud3, Amatul, Lasse and Jyot for stopping by & dropping a like. Appreciate all the red roses!

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Abdul Ahmad

Fri 31st Jul 2020 22:01

What a delightful poem full intriguing imagery. Amazing development beginning with rustling of anklets and the scuttling between tall blades of grass and taking off in wonderous twists and turns.

Very enjoyable.

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