some say
love can be
like a feather
floating with
and against
the wind
twirling
twisting
spinning
like a dancer
drifting away
traveling far
from another
the feather
will fly
away from
its lover
lost
in endless blue
searching
for the way
back
winds will pass
with little light
and eventually
the feather
will land
when it does
It can be
captured
and held tight
in hand
~ e l-b
5/2017
Poem: “feather”
Painting: “float” 5 x 7″
gilded gold leaf and acrylic on wood board
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