Happy Thoughts

bell
                                                           paper
                                                    sticks and twine
                                               one pair cutting shears
                                                    to cut the paper
                                                     and the ribbon
                                                       add the stix
                                                         twine an'
                                                             bell


I made a list to build a kite 
And gathered all them 'round. 
I worked real hard with all my might
(Each piece it's place was found).

Bright red as apples on a tree
My kite was taking shape;
A ribbon tail like daffodils
(And bows I had to make).

I wrapped the twine around a stick
And tied it on real tight...
Then took off running up the ditch
But, it would not take flight.

It did not seem to have the weight--
And then it dawned on me...
I had not put the bell in place! 
That's what it had to be.

Faster and Faster...off I ran
Higher and Higher...it began
Over the house tops and bandstand
Flying to the 'Meridian'*
Beyond the tree tops and wind-fan*
Higher and Higher...off the land
Faster and Faster...could not stand
Up! Up it took me...kite in hand;

Up in the sky...do not know where.
I could not see to tell.
"Is there anybody out there?"
                      All I hear... is that bell...

"Hello...          Hello                hello                   hello?"

"Tink?"...  I was off to 'Neverland'!!
I hope I see you there!
I'm holding on with both my hands...
'Happy Thoughts'                                  in mid-air!


deborah burch©
4/05/2012


*note: wind-fan*: a type of windmill;
          'Meridian'*: a planet on 'Deep Space 9', episode 54, that "spends most of it's time in another phase of existence..." It appears in our world briefly, then diappears "for 60 years". These cycles establish less time in our universe until one day they will disappear forever.
(much like childhood imagination;dreams and such)
I would like to dedicate this poem to 'the class', for they have been the most inspirational and encouraging to me since joining 'the soup'...in so many ways...our journey is just beginning...may we each stay young in our hearts forever...
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Vresk Avatar
June 4, 2012 at 1:24 PM
well written I could image your kite flying over my roof and hear at the same time hello,hello, love it,dear friend,Ivy
Allen Avatar
April 27, 2012 at 5:45 PM
This is quite a tale and a fun read. An encapsulated brightspot that leaves you with a smile. This is my type of poem. Huggs TLee.
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
April 16, 2012 at 9:49 PM
A wonderful journey with your Kite Deb, love this one and congratulations on your winning place xx
Maverick Avatar
April 16, 2012 at 3:15 PM
Good to see the win here Deborah, congrats..!
Brown Avatar
April 16, 2012 at 12:58 PM
Congratulations on your win in Gwen's "Lets Go Fly A Kite" contest Deborah. Love, Carol
Song Avatar
April 15, 2012 at 5:57 PM
Wow, Deb...you wrote this masterful creation? WoW and WOW! The judges were so delighted that you had your craft store shopping list at the top of your poem...an amazing and powerful touch! Laced with so many creative techniques....My favorite part was you hanging onto the kite as it soared thru the air! Congrats on this golden write. :) Gwendolen
Burch Avatar
April 15, 2012 at 9:35 PM
:O ...thank you sooooo much Gwen!!! what a wonderful honour!! this was such fun to write! Thank you for a great contest,the encouragement and this honour...big hugs, love deb
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April 5, 2012 at 8:47 PM
Deborah, i like the way you point that some poems should stay young in our heart..I never made my own kite...((well unless you count a plastic bag with a string tied at the end)) lol..just to see it soar,, I love that place your poem flies up into..Neverland.. what an image.. happy thoughts happy thoughts... love it..always..pd
Burch Avatar
April 6, 2012 at 4:45 AM
Thank you sweet PD :) Life stressors are prone to causing a bottle-neck which blocks our creativity...doesn't mean it isn' t there...it just cain't get out right now...understandable...keep writing...no matter what it is...you can always 'tweek' it later...or use it as a basis for a Pulitzer!! :) much love, deb
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