A moon beam
From the rug
Where it lay
Slipped right
Through my fingers
Went on its merry way
I thought of fairies
Star dust
About children
Who have an octopus
For a pet
Rainbows
And wishes
I clapped my hands for Tinkerbell
I searched for the rainbow
I gathered stardust in buckets
I cried for the children
Then with only love
And a little magic
I caught a moonbeam
Inspired by Brian Miller's Who Can Tame The Tides//"
19 comments:
You are so clever:) Hug B
Great shot!!!...:)
Can't be caught with fingers, that's for sure.
I smiled when i read this because last week i tried to pick something off the blanket in the dark and it was a tiny slit of moonbeam.. i thought it was a white thread..
sweet.
Oh, the hope... I'm always enchanted by art that takes the seemingly impossible, describes it as such, and then shows how (under the right circumstances) the impossible is not impossible at all. I love hope for breakfast. ;-)
From Behind, my Monday Open Link entry.
thank you. smiles.
i cry for those children often as well...but i am glad even in that...you caught a moonbeam, because we need that magic as well...
see you in a week.
This is delightfully whimsical, Gail. Thank you for sharing.
so magickal and whimsical and just the right thing for a beginning to the week. Thanks
Light and bright as a moonbeam, Gail!
ah! beleiving in fairies and clapping for Tinkerbellss and you caught a moonbeam!! what a charming glittle poem!! full of magic and joy!!
Love the magic in that poem.
Elliot says thankyou for appreciating his magnificence :)
Lynne x
Stars, fairies, and moon beams.......love them all.
Beautiful. The moonbeam is a beautiful offering - and "crying for the children"… just broke my heart.
I love the playful feel of your words~ It is sad, when we can't capture magic, but we can see it!
Good piece and good photo, Gail. :-)
Brian is quite inspirational, and you've honored him well ~
Awwwwww . . . really sweet . . .
Enchanting.
=)
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