Lingering

 

 

The silk of waking

To dreams yet dreamed

Linger in the sky

Adrift in gray clouds

Carrying visions of possibilities

That yet may be

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Annette Kalandros

I am a retired teacher, enjoying everything that retirement means. In addition, I have been active in the LGBTQ community since I was four years old and marched my Ken doll with all his little Ken accouterments to the big metal trash can in the yard. Yes, I dumped Ken, along with said accouterments, into the can and slammed the lid on. My two Barbie dolls lived happily ever after.

4 thoughts on “Lingering”

  2. Oh Annette, your lovely words reminded me of this old poem of mine… 💛

    Cream and Honey

    I dreamt of what might have been
    Dreamt of what I have not seen
    Snow on top of lover’s hill
    Cream filling my empty till

    I had forgotten what could have been
    Forgotten what I had already seen
    Flowers on top of her wooden bier
    Honey kisses, and my empty fear

    I am dreaming of where I have been
    Dreaming of what no-one is ever seen
    Snowflakes silently melting in her palm
    Cream and honey, my lover’s balm

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