Confetti Seed
Pop it goes!
The trickle splash
A light anew
A newfound path
when hope is raised
and colours dance
the Flame is lit
and dreams take flight
The freshest brave
The brightest spark
in kind attuned
and flutter sails
It brushes Joy
a heart will burst
and step seems set
and much is hoped
for this mere spark
to bigger be
than trickle splash…
But sew that fall
and carry still
so bold may stand
Encompass All!
And stay the course
then sure is sure
and Toast will last
beyond the Pop.
Paula Antonello Moore, Prose. Copyright: Saturday, January 13, 2018.
Image: New Year’s Eve by P.A. Moore.
Wow, I love “the freshest brave”! While having your personal flare, you’ve also left a lot for the reader to interpret–everything has a different meaning! Well done.
Thank you very much. Cheers!
Great poem, Paula! I especially like that last few lines! 🙂
Thanks so much.
Here’s to a lengthy toast! I so enjoyed this one. Sorry I’ve been preoccupied with other stuff and its been ages since I checked in. That won’t happen again! Happy New Year my dear