Giftlings

Giftlings....

flutter down.

all around us like cherry blossoms.

or confetti.

unexpected they come...

like bubbles.

floating quickly.

too many to capture.

a smell.

something fresh and clean.

warm and familiar .

sultry and enticing.

that was there .

mingling.

when we loved...

a taste that... 

transports us.

melts in our clutches.

a sound...

that echoed from a yesterday.

randometer...

a wonderment...

we have tucked in a pocket. 

with crumpled wrong directions to somewhere.

a glimpse...

the flash of a smile. 

that we cant forget.

or connection.

clutchables...

a lovely color ...

without a name.

blown from Gods own palm.

like a kiss.

when our goodbye was too far away for words..

to reach.

quietisms...

they surround us.

come and go quickly.

like moments.

in the hustle and flow.

the mayhem...

they can be missed.

Giftlings...

Author's Note

inspired by the universal absence of people all around me...looking down ...to connect with whom they are not with
walking by lovely Giftlings
and yes I love to makeup words...I claim mother- lodes of poetic license
so only correct the actuals

Reviews

[Chris]

Correct? - nah, I prefer to follow YOUR flow of thought. Sometimes breathing takes conscious effort - not because of issues... silences can weigh heavily, even in crowds or groups or pairs ...or sitting and staring into sunrises.

[J. Hampton]

This one was pretty out-there ..
My head is in a strange place I know ... thanks for reading and comments Chris

[Chris]

Your head is just where YOU need it to be... not strange at all. And was my choice and pleasure to listen to your thoughts.

[J. Hampton]

lol thanks

[Helen Woodward]

Love the words I've never heard here, like giftlings...so typically you my friend. Such beautiful sentiments of crumpled wrong directions to somewhere. Apt for the dry season in the cafe. You're back in a whirlwind of magnificence, three ticks and an overdue kudos for this piece of intelligent whimsy🌹

[J. Hampton]

Thanks Helen I appreciate you coming by for a read...so very glad you are back...

[Helen Woodward]

My pleasure...

[Coyote Poetry]

Amazing use of words and thoughts.
"quietisms...
they surround us
come and go quickly
like moments
in the hustle and flow
the mayhem...
they can be missed"
I loved the above lines. They could stand alone. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[J. Hampton]

appreciate the read and reflection

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome. A amazing poem. I will return later tonight and read more.

[J. Hampton]

fantastic...I never send read requests so I appreciate that much

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"Poetry surpasses grammar" Which, if one can trust C.S. Lewis, grants you a sort of creative license in this instance. (smile) Funny, but his little group of writers, (I believe J.R.R Tolkien was among their number) was called The Inklings. Those who look for miracles will see them everywhere in the most common of things; a blade of grass, a shadow or a cloud. But those who do not believe in such things would not be amazed at one rising from the dead and find some scientific explanation for it I suppose. I pray that I can keep a childlike sense of awe towards all things wonderful and beautiful or else my life might seem too mundane to continue. But that belief helps keep me alive. A pleasure to read your words again.

[J. Hampton]

humble thanks Fabian