If I could capture you
How I would float – –
My mouth smoothly shape your effortless smile,
And I would hold freedom in my hands!
The pleasure of sun on skin,
A wanton twist of breeze…
[reach out – thunderclap sound]
***** FEATHERS SPILL *****
My lovely illusion strides away..
Wide leaps on water.
It’s a poem about desires and illusions.
There is a sense of irony in the way that it’s written like a message, and personifying insouciance. One might think that a person leads a charmed life, but one may have very little idea of how life is for that person.
I convey the experience with a sense of affection which is not entirely ironic.
An affectionate and curious rather than bitter or toxic longing.
At the end, I imagined insouciance “walking” away with long strides, but the final line is about light and water, which connects to the idea of the fleeting nature of mortality, all desires and also, ironically, the cyclical nature of light returning on water each day under the sun/moon.