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Flying My Kite of Prose

Running...running through vacant hills of prose..
Behind me, see the words trailing...
Unseen, unspoken, unwritten, wanting to soar...
Whipping behind me on a chain of hope...
My words, my voice, my heart...unlaunched...
Needing to flee, ready to be set free, seeking the sky
Yearning to fly.....
Perhaps today's fair weather will provide...
Perhaps tomorrow's ....
It will take the heavenly breezes... 
That magic gust of wind to make them sail

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/11/2009 11:50:00 PM
Carrie thanks for your welcome comments today Rgds Brian
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Date: 10/11/2009 4:45:00 AM
A wonderful piece. Very inventive to use the metaphor of kite flying. :-)
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Date: 10/7/2009 4:08:00 AM
My first read of the day and what a splendid write it is. But.....I always know your writing will get my day moving in a positive way. Thank you Carrie. Love, Carol
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Date: 10/7/2009 1:18:00 AM
I too keep looking and waiting for that wind. I would say yours is flying high with this poem. Love, Lainie
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Date: 10/6/2009 11:35:00 PM
You capture the poet's perplexions so well.One for my favourites I think Carrie.Enjoy the book,delayed I suspect by postal strikes near London airport.Rgds Brian & thank you for your welcome blog comments today
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Date: 10/6/2009 11:18:00 PM
"Seeking the sky yearning to fly" subtle and nice...Raul
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Date: 10/6/2009 1:12:00 PM
nicely penned, very imaginative
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