Spring by the seaaaaaa brings out the whimsy in meeeeeeee!! :))
... And one of my favourite, uninhabited Robinson Crusoe islands in the Harbour is up for sale... Long Island!! Anyone got a spare two million bucks???!!!
Dream on, People ... xxx K
LOVE BIRDS
Men with feet of stone
speak thoughts downcast –
rough words bruising the heart
and battering the mind.
Women with hands of steel
have tongues like knives,
hacking flesh from bone
and filleting idea.
But children of air
feed on the wing,
rise on inspiration’s whispers,
dispersing seeds of change
that cultivate the earth
with fresh swathes
of soul-enriching harvest.
They hover above muddied soils
in their multi-coloured feathers,
dusting off the world’s despair
with the promises of rainbows.
Children... the hope and promise of tomorrow... surround yourself with them and your world is filled with rainbows (or chaos, or gray hair, or.... laughter!) There is never a dull moment at my house!
I loved the imagery in this piece... but can't help with the 2 million.
Cryssa :~)
You are whimsical eh? lol Kate, it's always rainbows
or pipe dreams but that's what makes the world go round.
...and those 'tongues like knives' is kinda scary but
makes a great 'filleting idea' or is that a delight ;)
I do hope my feet aren't stone like...
Beautiful poem!-- "Children of air" are the only true love birds, aren't they? Do you suppose that we could make a million or two by selling off some of these poetic jewels? Maybe we could do a "We are the World" tour-- but with poets instead of vocalists?
I put my thinking cap on, and now I can imagine you there-- hovering above the Hudson's muddied water, fanning your multi-coloured imagination over the multitude so fast, that the colours blurr, and make a murky kind of rainbow... It's a nice view. --Charlie
"inspiration’s whispers" Our essence _ the home of gracefulness.~.true beauty & loves anchor.~. Much achieved () within your plethora of rainbows{.~.}evolvoelloevovel _ Ted
Anyone who loves Spring and its birds has a jujmp on life, and this tells it well. With what you have going for you, who needs an island. (the two million is another matter). This is good and light for the coming of warmth and life, renewed. Luff' - Bill
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on February 27, 2008
You give much to us with this offering. A violent, physical life for both the man and the woman, but somewhere in the mix is a love of the land and sea, sharp tongues and steel hands notwithstanding . . . And of course, the children . . . Children to carry on tradition and maybe one, or two, or more to break tradition and go off and educate themselves and return with wonderful ideas to make life better, not as violent and physical for the next generation . . .
I got ten bucks to put in on that time share, lets do it! Kate, I loved the poem, the children are indeed, our hope and our future. I hope the promises of rainbows is their reality.
Ah sweet Kate, I picked a good day to return to the den with and offering such as this to review. I love it and the idea that children are the hope of the future...I watch my young grandaughter and see the love in her eyes for all, I see here learning sign at only four years old so someday if she meets a person with a hearing disabilitiy she will communicate...so many things are young ones are doing and accepting that we never...they are the future. As for the Island...my next book is about a haunted Island called Devil's Island at the mouth of Halifax Harbour where I may be spending a few weeks to complete manuscript.ohhhhhhhhhhhh
Fee
Brillo, Kate, absolutely brillo! Children are our hope for the future - you detail this perfectly in this one. As for the two million - you said dream - small or large bills? (Oh, how I wish I could help you achieve this dream - sigghhh.) :)
I Love this one! first two stanzas are both brilliant, and the rest is just lovely - (2million? that's just 1million in our money?Lets all chip in and Timeshare it?? xxx :o)
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I loved the imagery in this piece... but can't help with the 2 million.
Cryssa :~)
Be always safe,
Karen
very special,beautifully worded poem Kate...
in their multi-coloured feathers,
dusting off the world’s despair
with the promises of rainbows."
Your poetry is always so very pocsitive and uplifting. I salute you for being in harmony with this world!
Love,
Susan
or pipe dreams but that's what makes the world go round.
...and those 'tongues like knives' is kinda scary but
makes a great 'filleting idea' or is that a delight ;)
I do hope my feet aren't stone like...
pax A
Newfie Hugs, Rose
I put my thinking cap on, and now I can imagine you there-- hovering above the Hudson's muddied water, fanning your multi-coloured imagination over the multitude so fast, that the colours blurr, and make a murky kind of rainbow... It's a nice view. --Charlie
Love, Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in America, Karen Lynn in Texas. :D
be well and happy,
Kathy
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.