daydreaming is the art
of slipping quietly
through the cracks of the ordinary
a soft surrender
against the ticking clock
the mind drifts
painting sunlight
on impossible skies
letting clouds speak
in forgotten languages
somewhere between
breath and blur
the world loosens its grip
and for a moment
everything that could be
is almost real enough to touch
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
Beautiful writing, Jenn. ✨
Thank you dear friend
💝🦋🙏🏻
Wow!!! What an Awesome Poem!!! Bellissimo, Jennifer, Bellissimo!!!
Loved these lines, especially:
somewhere between
breath and blur
the world loosens its grip
I always love poems about the “In Between” – especially Yours!!!
Chuck : ) My emojis are on strike!!!
Awww, you’re so sweet, Chuck! Thank you. I hope TX is being good to you!!
Yes, thankfully – well except for the trip to the Dentist for some fillings, LOL That’s just a minor thing in the big picture, right! Ha! Hope you are happy and well, My Dear!!!
Chuck – : ) My emojis are on strike????
I see you’re addicted to daydreaming now 😃😍
Always 😍