I would like to be a kite on a string
and soar up over the trees.
I would like to try to reach the sky
With butterflies and bees.
I'd love to fly past billowy clouds,
With my tail of red and white,
And climb so high the things below
would disappear from sight.
If I could fly above the clouds
would I ever, ever return?
And think, if I could fly so high,
Just how much I would learn.
(((HUGS))) and thanks for bringing out the little girl in me
love,
karla. :)
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on July 9, 2003
Londis, thank you for proving, once again, that the land of dreams and wishes does not belong exclusively to children.. it's the missing ingredient in far too many of we 'grownups'.. This is a beautiful tribute to the child in all of us who believe in magic and wonder.. a sweet, perfect rhyme..Fly high, dear Londis.. and don't forget to write while you're up there! (smile) katy.
Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
Reviewed on July 9, 2003
This is a beautiful piece Londis! I love the imagery and as to your question within, something tells me you would not ever return...neither would I! ;O)
~Nikki~
Kites seek the wind here
Sea oats practice
Their patient sway
To rhythms
Of seasons and year
Dunes rise from the sand
Carved in a sculptor's caress
Who
Would dare to dream
Of creation on a scale
Of unbounded distance
A seagull holds in the breeze
Wings stretched wide
Like a lover's arms
Both share
Their
Unspoken word to the wind
"Come to me"
While the morning sun
Still raises its eyes to the clouds
Shells dot the sand shelf
In places the ocean
Swept them last night
Flowing promises of return
Maybe the sand still remembers
The footsteps
Small hands
Building impermanence
Leaving marks
Of hearts drawn
With names underneath
Carvings of hopes
And small dreams
That are washed away daily
Both us
And this place bowing
At different paces
To what finds us
And binds us both...
Time
Love
Tinka
Reviewed by C. Gourlay (Reader)
Reviewed on July 9, 2003
this is lovely - reminds me of Robert Louis Stephenson poems - but of course, is still unique. tks
Reviewed by na na (Reader)
Reviewed on July 9, 2003
Oh Londis, when I was very young I always wanted to fly like a kite, and now that I grow old, again I want to fly like a kite.
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o, this lets the imagination SOAR...well done! :)
(((HUGS))) and thanks for bringing out the little girl in me
love,
karla. :)
~Nikki~
Kites seek the wind here
Sea oats practice
Their patient sway
To rhythms
Of seasons and year
Dunes rise from the sand
Carved in a sculptor's caress
Who
Would dare to dream
Of creation on a scale
Of unbounded distance
A seagull holds in the breeze
Wings stretched wide
Like a lover's arms
Both share
Their
Unspoken word to the wind
"Come to me"
While the morning sun
Still raises its eyes to the clouds
Shells dot the sand shelf
In places the ocean
Swept them last night
Flowing promises of return
Maybe the sand still remembers
The footsteps
Small hands
Building impermanence
Leaving marks
Of hearts drawn
With names underneath
Carvings of hopes
And small dreams
That are washed away daily
Both us
And this place bowing
At different paces
To what finds us
And binds us both...
Time
Love
Tinka
Bill Murray
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