“Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other little children, and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.”
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carol
and to wonder is everything
like water to the earth
nourishing you, levitating you
beyond what “is”
high above cinders of the past
into worlds where stars pop
as you poke at the sky
clouds sashay in colours you’ve
never seen but somehow
you know well
spirit animals appear
swirling, embracing
speaking your truth
joy is the flight path
of dandelion fuzz
the gleam of dragonfly wings
sorrows, unknown
slip deep into sunsets
dawn becomes another gift
another day to wonder
So happy to be hosting this week’s Poetics at dVerse Poets Pub, where we are using the “last lines” of books to spark our poetic muse. You are welcome to join us at 3 p.m. EST.
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