Red Hula Hoops

Soft light to a shadow of whispers

Places way behind another wish

Longing would stay still through daydream

Drawn a garden of bushful red 

Twirling through hoops

For all those times spent 

Waisted upon a greener hold

As the door could knock one last time

Reviews

[Weeping willow]

Beautiful images flow through my mind,love it;-]

[B]

Thank you WW
I appreciate your review

[pia]

So many feeelsss!!! This was a beautiful poem. I loved it !!

[B]

Thank you Pia

[Einstein Noodle]

your first couplet is so intriguing ...have read it several times each more slowly .. the thought impressions and aesthetics of that space is ethereal ..so softly dark ..
love the poetic license taken ;) and a positive note when the door knocks .. one last time or not :)
E.

[B]

Thank you E

[Paul Bell]

This feels quite sad. Death, or worse. Someone walking out of your life. Enlighten me.

[B]

I am walking out of my own
thank you Paul

[Paul Bell]

Sounds serious. New horizons or travel.

[B]

lol
it was all in my head
i have a vast imagination

[Paul Bell]

You should be writing books. Not dark though. lol

[B]

you think
thats a dream
to write a book
one day
and definitely not dark
it is not within my liking anyways

[Paul Bell]

I'm going to change your bright ways to dark. lol

[B]

That could never happen