If you could talk to me,what would you say?Curiosityin your small eyes,you seem ready to chat.If you’d hear, I’d tell youabout sand and shells,mama scolding mefor swimming out past the buoy--now she has me tetheredto shore.Wish I could fly outbeyond beach towelssand castlesmamaabove the breakerswith you
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| Photo by Margaret Bednar |
There's an exquisite, sad beauty in this poem.
ReplyDeleteThis is beautiful Marian, both in words and image.
ReplyDeleteLots of love,
Sanaa
Ah lovely. k .
ReplyDeleteThis is so perfect! It gave me chills, the wish I could fly out part. So much of the innocence of the child, but a freedom we all long for.
ReplyDeleteSo sweet. I wish the same thing - to fly like the gull.
ReplyDeleteThis is breathtaking work, Marian.
ReplyDeleteJust the stuff I love. :')
This is sweet and poignant, I can feel how much he wants to "fly out"
ReplyDeleteLoved this. I want to fly away too, little one.
ReplyDeletePoor fellow, Marian. You told his plight very nicely, I feel sorry for the little pooch. Maybe your writer could take him out with him/her.
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This is magical, kiddo. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteI echo Gemma's comment! Poignant and beautiful.
ReplyDeleteswimming in the ocean always reminds me how insignificant I am, and how the rush of safety feels when heels touch land. ~
ReplyDeleteAdorable. I kept telling him to get closer and he said to me "Mom! My heart is beating too fast!" He was scared and this was as close as he would go. Ha ha. He likes to splash in the water, but doesn't go far out in the ocean (Lake Michigan is a different story) But - he would love to soar with those birds I think - and well, he is my "baby" and I'mnto ready for that yet - so you got that part right ;)
ReplyDeleteSo cute, Margaret. I was imagining him pushing the boundaries a bit and being quite annoyed with Mama for reigning him in. :)
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