Julie Larios
If I were a kite
with no strings to hold me,
I 'd let the wind take me –
I'd let the crows scold me,
I'd float through the sky
with the sun on my shoulders.
The clouds would all bite
at my ears. I'd be bolder
than bold, I’d dance, I'd go soaring—
a life in the sky could never be boring.
I'd fly over houses then over the tops
of skyscraping buildings
but I wouldn't stop there, I'd sail over sailboats
and islands
and oceans.
I’d drive the world loco with my locomotion.
Diving and squawking,
The seagulls would show me the migrating whales
as they spouted below me.
Over Kansas and Kashmir,
the hot sands of Cairo,
Mt. Fuji, Mt. Everest –
higher and higher—
wheatfields would wave to me,
deserts would sigh.
Icebergs would stare as I rose in the sky.
The sun would be one friend,
the bright moon another.
And what would the stars be
but sisters and brothers?
I'd know all the secrets the sky's never told me
if I were a wild kite
with no strings to hold me.
©2009 Julie Larios. All rights reserved.
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TRYING TO GET OUT OF MY TREE
by
George Ella Lyon
(according to the Celtic Tree Calendar
my birthday makes me a Willow)
How about a willow
that doesn’t weep
that spikes her green tresses
and carries on sturdy
like some punk oak
or gets that groovy bark
like a hackberry
O willow
what if I don’t want to be
weeping
or witched
what if I want to be
royal like the oak
strong enough to be a ship
or abloom with love
like the apple
or sacred like the pine?
Am I stuck here
by the water
enchanted against my own
willowy
will?
©2010 George Ella Lyon. All rights reserved.
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Yesterday we had poetry from J. Patrick Lewis and Georgia Heard. Tomorrow... Joan Bransfield Graham and Jacqueline Woodson. And hey... check out the Poetry Friday roundup over at The Opposite of Indifference for a whole slew of poetry month joy!
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2 comments:
These are both my favorites so far. George Ella Lyon is my favorite poet. Lovely!
these are both beautiful!
thanks Julie, George and Greg,
Lee
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