Freedom Ball

Freedom Ball

A Poem by Lori Brown Boniciolli
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Life

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                                                                   Freedom Ball

                                                    The light of dusk filters through white pines.

                                                    Their soft needles flutter in the wind

                                                    releasing a hypnotic fragrance that charms

                                                    the juncos, chickadees, and titmouse.

                                                    They hop and flit about

                                                    on  fallen brown spindles

                                                    waltzing gaily; a bird ball.


                                                    I want to breathe the magic scent that fuels them;

                                                    dance as they do,

                                                    changing partners randomly,

                                                    and twirl until I am giddy with joy.   


                                                    When we were tender young,

                                                    my sisters and I would throw our arms 

                                                    up and out

                                                    and spin ourselves dizzy,

                                                    until we fell laughing onto the lawn. 

                                                    That was our ball,

                                                    when we were free as birds.

                                                             

                                             

     

                                                 






  
                                                 

   

                  

© 2017 Lori Brown Boniciolli



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"when we were tender young" is a nice line.

it's nice to read work here that has room to breathe. spacing and formatting isn't often regarded as one of the first steps in achieving in good writing, and I suppose it isn't, but it doesn't hurt. if it looks good on the page, and the writer has paid attention to it, then at the very least we've got a clear path to the door.

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you have an exuberance of heart which you share very well Lori

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"when we were tender young" is a nice line.

it's nice to read work here that has room to breathe. spacing and formatting isn't often regarded as one of the first steps in achieving in good writing, and I suppose it isn't, but it doesn't hurt. if it looks good on the page, and the writer has paid attention to it, then at the very least we've got a clear path to the door.

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Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Whimsical and wistful hand in hand, twirling with crystalline detail.

This is good stuff...

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Lori Brown Boniciolli

1 Year Ago

Thank-you Charlie. I will read some of your work today.

Sincerely

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