dream slices

once nimble fingers
grasp at lithe reeds 
as they slip and dance
in a breeze’s lullaby
ever present companions
as days turn into nights

Reviews

[Soren]

A beautiful image of the passage of time so well told from begining to end in this short poem. I love the reference in the beginning "once nimble finters" matched by the ending reference "as days turn into nights" The interum reference as to the interplay of time and body grasping at "lithe reeds" slipping and dancing "in a breeze's lullaby" emphasizes the relationship between the two. Masterfully crafted my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

Time does change all things. Once steady hands can become less steady. You allowed the reader to understand the meaning of the words. We cannot stop the night my dear friend. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Red Brick Keshner]

But we can refrain from ever going gently into the night!

[Coyote Poetry]

I do agree my dear friend. Stay forever young.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love short pieces...when a poet can keep it ambiguous enough to have us read more than meets the eye.
NIce piece, Red Brick.
j.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks j. In this temp and clime, terse verse is quite a way of expression! Or so I think. 😁

[Kelly Scheppers]

I really like this, Red. The brevity of it speaks volumes.

[Red Brick Keshner]

Thanks Kelly. Brevity does allow for some compression 🙏🏻