You cannot see them
ladies walking home at night
wrapped in towels
dampening sarongs
You hear their laughter
and sleepy murmurs
spirits follow
listening closely
You cannot see them
ladies with attentive spirits
walking gliding
through the night
Freshly bathed
thoughts of comforts
home draws them onward
ladies walking above
You did not see them
Nor saw the spirits
that shadowed
wet ladies
walking home tonight.
(c) Cheyenne MacMasters 2013
For those of you who are new to this blog, or would like to refresh your memory as to what orbs are, perhaps this will help: https://orbsdelight.wordpress.com/2012/11/17/photographing-orbs
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Eye of the Camera 
Excellent imagery here in this poem. Well done. I will return to this blog to read more and see more of your work!
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-G.D.
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Thank you, for your appreciative comment, GD. And thanks for the invitation to visit your site. Best wishes to the success of your Kindle book!
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I agree with the preceeding blogger: ‘Excellent imagery’. I’ve found a strange word: ‘sarong’ … My vocabulary is bigger! Thank you, Cheyenne, for a poem and lesson. 🙂
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Thank you, Wanda, for your lovely comment. Now, the next lesson is how to wear a sarong. That one I haven’t mastered, so I use mine as a shawl to block the sun and protect against air conditioning.
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Another stunning piece. As elegant as beautiful women in motion, you describe these orbs so passionately that I can only think of them as majestic. Well, they are. I love your Another stunning piece. As elegant as beautiful women in motion, you describe these orbs so passionately that I can only think of them as majestic. Well, they are. I love your Another stunning piece. As elegant as beautiful women in motion, you describe these orbs so passionately that I can only think of them as majestic. Well, they are. I love your Another stunning piece. As elegant as beautiful women in motion, you describe these orbs so passionately that I can only think of them as majestic. Well, they are. I love your poems.
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Another stunning piece. As elegant as beautiful women in motion, you describe these orbs so passionately that I can only think of them as majestic. Well, they are.
PS I’m sorry for the mix up.
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Your well-crafted commentary is always appreciated, Uzoma. Thank you!
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How lovely! Now I’ll have a new appreciation walking anywhere!
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Thank you, Debra. It was interesting watching the orbs grow dimmer, more distant, as the ladies moved further up the road.
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Love it, Cheyenne! How rare and wonderful to inspire a poem!
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Oh good, glad you enjoyed the poem. And, thanks for the elvinmeadows.wordpress address, I was looking for that!
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You painted a wonderful image with your words as the Orbs flew overhead 🙂
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Thank you, Sue. Sometimes the words just flow to paint what can’t be seen.
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