I let my thoughts run wild
through flaxen fields, sun-kissed
they had my blessing
so they dove naked
into cloud dollops
whispered secrets to the wind
followed the flight of the loon
plucking stars, poking moon
I watch them wave to me
grinning, teasing but I
coax them back into jars
of ordinary, one by one
labeling them logic, tragic
dramatic, sporadic
screw the lid tight on panic
and I wait for another day
to fly
It’s Open Link Night. I am your host. You can link up ONE poem of your choice.
mishunderstood 
I could just imagine your thoughts flying free all over the place as I read this! But it’s true, we trap and label them, until they hide themselves away waiting to come out again another day…
Yes, dreams all too often get stuffed away. They fly on the page here, well done! 💕
A richly wriiten write, Mish – ‘cloud dollops’ certainly got my attention! And yes we all: “wait for another day to fly..
I love the tension in this when we have to contain our dreams, returning again, with the wildness our thoughts contained in jars.
Fireflies in jars of ordinary…waiting to be re-released. Great imagery, Mish.
And THANKS for hosting!
Lots of movement and energy here Mish — wonderful!
“they had my blessing” – Which surely means you know how precious they are. Hopefully you let them out, now and then.
Sadly, we do have to curb our wild thoughts and fantasies, Mish, and it’s a relief when we can let them run wild. I smiled at the lines:
‘…they dove naked
into cloud dollops
whispered secrets to the wind
followed the flight of the loon’.
It’s such a shame to have to ‘coax them back into jars of ordinary’.
As long as they live, that’s the main thing. I felt your joy as you let them play.
How wonderful to have those creative and celestial thoughts, flying free. Then putting them into organized jars, and letting them rest to fly again. This reminds me of the process of writing, which can be challenge to put order.
Yes, sometimes we do have to wrestle with those creative moments top make them concrete. But Oh “they had my blessing” the joy when we can let Muse fly free! Such an excellent feel of joy here Mish.
and I wait for another day to fly
Sometimes it is good to step back a little and reflect and to venture out again when the coast is clear. A good close, Mish!
Hank
A great poem Mish! Love this…
I let my thoughts run wild
through flaxen fields, sun-kissed
they had my blessing
so they dove naked
into cloud dollops
a delightfully whimsical wandering … I say set them free
Oh this for me is the nature of the creative spirit which you let flow in this poem. I love the ”Coaxing back into ordinary jars’. Dverse does not let us do that easily!
A wonderful flight. A delightful poem. Thanks for the virtual joy ride.
Such an amazing piece.