This is for Dear Sheila h who is a gifted writer.
On the boulevard of memories
Crossing a silent zone
A flock of white birds
Dropped feathers on my shoulder
Intermeaning the sequels of past.
I brushed them immediately
But one tiny quill got stuck in my collar
She was exquisite, soon she was rescued
Now she lives in my diary, forever
Each day her silver touch inspires my imagination.



Comments: 48
beautiful..
i did not see that line at the top..you are too too generous..i am honored and thankful..
I normally don't suggest an edit, but I think the words Intertwining would fit better than Intermeaning.
Beautiful tribute to a wonderful friend.
Bless your heart...
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Crossing a silent zone
A flock of white birds
Dropped feathers on my shoulder
Intermeaning the sequels of past.
Bhawna, wonderful! I love this poem - so inspirational to a writer!
A finalist for week 3 of The Book Nook March Feature Challenge - check Sunday (you'll be there, my friend).
Your poem was deep and touching...and most poetic. Bravo.
Happy Easter and best of luck!!
Rated 10 as always!!!
We all know when we open your page what wonderful things we will see. Your talent is s abundant.
with a spiritual bond formed with enduring love
and intimate daily reflection. I save feathers whenever
they appear in my path, but there are some, like this, that
come closer to stay forever. My finest friend is an artist
named Nickki....we also exchange our feathers along with
our finest thoughts and love. Thank you....this is beautiful and
enhanced perfectly by the painting.
thank you again..you astound me with your capacity to care and love all..
like Ghandi..
keep smiling.
I agree with William, "intertwining"