Third One of Many

Over where the Delphiniums bloom Cornflower Blue
The Zephyr blows on quiet morns
Then the excited voices come to play
And screams resound in heat of day

Where splashes and laughter 
Are common things
Stress disappears 
Joy relaxation brings

Children smile with dimples
As water drips from hair
Drenched like salamanders
Once again where Delphiniums live

(Jotted on any available paper)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Sweetheart Avatar
April 28, 2011 at 5:59 AM
thankxx Sara for your ever uplifting words.. yes the fries are about Mickey D's alright though have not tasted them for many years... and oh those calories bother my mind.. haha..thankxx for uplifting my spirits today.. we are house hunting with my son Anthony as he is taking the plunge on his own now.. it is exhausting luv..
Rams Avatar
April 27, 2011 at 8:04 PM
it gives our mind a treat when we see our children dancing under a sprinkle in the street. gr88t write !
Devonshire Avatar
April 27, 2011 at 1:09 PM
Through your words we can see the flowers and hear te children splaching in the summer heat, Sara. Janet Frame has really inspired you to pen some wonderful poetry! Love, Carolyn
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April 26, 2011 at 8:05 PM
loved the line children smile with dimples, this was a great write. thank you for commenting on Mine to behold.
Mac Donald Avatar
April 26, 2011 at 12:26 PM
So sweet, Sara...Drenched like salamanders".:) A wonderfully bright and colourful write! This builds a beautiful scene, Sara. Now I'll have to look up "Delphiniums" and "Zephers" online! They are magnificient, but not as precious as the children! Best to you, Mikki
Sweetheart Avatar
April 26, 2011 at 5:33 AM
Superb imagery in every line ..the flowers come alive with your phrases and stress disappears for certain... the lovely sights do that for us humans... God is so good to give us this beauty luv..
Onclaud Avatar
April 26, 2011 at 5:11 AM
that's " writing down the bones," sara... fascinating fragmentations of kendrickish sytle!! much enjoyed the mood of this growing poem :) huggs, nette
Neels Avatar
April 25, 2011 at 9:11 PM
Awesome imagery here Sara, enjoyed by me ;) thank you for always popping in on my side..
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April 25, 2011 at 8:08 PM
Sara I knew what you were saying in your footnotes. But at first I was thinking this set of poems was from that author you quoted as well. Your poems are THAT good. I thought you were showing that author's own poetry. YOu really did well with these little poems and great imagery! a highest rating for them.
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April 25, 2011 at 3:27 PM
Very nice, sounds like a place I'd like to be thanks for that small glimpse of heaven Betty Culberson
Prins Avatar
April 25, 2011 at 3:03 PM
I absolutely love the second stanza Sara! Jotted on any available paper? That is the absolute trait of a natural poet... always ready to release the the thoughts as they come... and liberate them in characters on papers... for them to be eventually graduated to the medium through which they will beautifully paint many minds... Sara, i feel so encouraged by that fact... CHEERS Soupmate! >Wish you a lively and inspirational week ahead!
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