The confines of my paralyzed condition
hinder not my senses or imagination
Unfettered
A chariot of feathery clouds
escort me to ethereal wildflower fields
Overflowing with dancers just like me running free
Whilst on earth
A leafy ballet romances my eyes
as a balmy breeze caresses
The graceful branches of our shady elm
peeping through my window blinds
Symphonic gusts, rhythmic drizzle,
together with hazy sunshine
Warm and serenade me
While the set-on-too-cool air-conditioner
chills me and growls
Within my version of an English garden
Plum and caramel walls envelop me
Expresso frames adorn family photos
A parfait of flowers grace my Cherry wood dresser
Melodies flowing from my laptop
permeate the air I breathe
Bewildering and rendering
the chains of my bed prostrate
All rights reserved ©Nancy Jean Walker
This is lovely. I didn’t know you also write poetry.
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Beautiful ❤️
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💐 🌸 🌷🌱🌺🌻🌼🌹
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Lovely, and so uplifting.
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Thank you V.J. ❤
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I’m loving the image of a chariot of feathery clouds. So beautiful!
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Thank you! ❤
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Absolutely gorgeous poetry, Nancy! Lovely writing… enjoyed this poem! ♥️
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This is an exquisite piece, Nancy. The imagery has captivated my senses! 🙂
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