Friday, March 03, 2017

Anecdotal

Remember that suit
I was dreaming about?
Well it's still just a fantasy *scowl*
but I'm resolute
refusing to pout
despite how the wicked winds howl

I still long to fly
above all this gray
and bask in the balm of the sun
but there's nowhere to buy
the supplies, so I'll say--
that yarn has yet to be spun.

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  1. Anonymous4:32 PM

    Well woven

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  2. Let go of the slack,
    You've wings on your back!
    Get flying;
    You don't need that kite!
    You'll soon be up there
    Add parachute and prayer -
    For you won't want
    To fall from that height.

    :) Donna

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  3. Hey thanks Martin and Donna, haven't linked back to another poem in a while but that wind made me think of my kite suit for sure 🙋

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