Poetry

Floating Away

Those eyes
were an ocean
filled with
an infinity of stars
and I didn’t mind
floating amongst them.

Β© Sarah Doughty

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41 thoughts on “Floating Away”

  1. Floating – loved it! For me, the word “amongst” is a standing nail. I always want to pound it down, as in: “This is without doubt among the worst of my many stupid comments and I should just shut the feck up and enjoy Sarah’s beautiful poetry.” πŸ™‚

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      1. It is too easy these days to be offensive online – we are all a little shell-shocked (like the poor people in Sweden) and so I never want to be waved off the runway: “You’re too HOT, too damn hot, Canada55! Abort! ABORT!” Besides, when it comes to word-smithing, or is it word-smything… you always leave me floating πŸ™‚ Cheers! – m

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    1. Aw thank you! I remember the first time I looked into my husband’s eyes (back then we were in high school and quickly moved from acquaintance, to friends, to best friends, and then a couple – we were in the area between best friends and couple) and I noticed how brilliant blue they are. Like tiny, pale blue diamonds surrounded by a cerulean sky. I felt lost in them (in a good way), but it wasn’t until I realized he was lost in mine that it felt like I’d just gone down the first hill of a roller coaster.

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