Free soaring, anchored flight;
Tied to a tail of whimsical joy.
Willing servant to the wind,
To cares, an effective decoy.
Unaware of her rapid pace,
And frequently peering behind.
Glimpsing a sun-filtered silhouette,
Loosening string; a magical climb.
What memories will future years bring,
Of the once exuberant child?
Who flew red kites in the sand,
And inspired smiles with her smiles.
Grasping tight to soaring gem,
Which flitters as if trying to break free.
Connected by a cloth chain,
And a little girls’ dream…
When up, then up
When down, then down
The in between is middle ground
May sound simple
May appear transparent
Because the logic is sound
When scrupulously examined
When combed, with fine tooth
We’ve limited liberty to haughtily expound
Because up isn’t always up
Because down isn’t always down
And sometimes there is no middle ground
If you must ask “Really”?!
If “Seriously”?! crosses your lips.
You’ll find your painful annoyances,
Are often followed by a resounding YES!!!
The symphony shifts
From light to dark
Natures instruments are exchanged
New players come out
In harmonic unity
Day to night, few notes the same
Some of the birds
Ride out the transition
Maintaining their flutes a while
But the night owls asserts
Their nocturnal superiority
And cry heavy above their delicate style
Crickets chirp with vigor
Piercing and steady
In a dominating rhythm
While the resting await the dawn
To reignite day’s songs
And so goes symphonic repetition
A princess superhero,
Tierra, pink cape and all.
She’s out to save the world
By turning bad guys into frogs!
My soon to be seven year old niece made a comment about turning a bad guy into a frog. I thought it was cute and figured it would be a cool superhero!
Vivian has a monkaroo
That she calls banana.
He’s green like a lime
And white like cotton
And he eats orange flavored grass.
He hangs by his tail,
And jumps on one leg.
When I see him I can’t help but laugh.
He carries Legos in his pouch,
Wears red high tops on his feet.
He’s a silly monkaroo for sure,
But one you’d want to meet!
Text me please, I’ve not time to talk,
Add emoticons for effect.
Suggestive and comical typos are fun,
After a few reads I’ll know what you meant.
I’m fond of having a little time,
To plan what I want to say.
When speaking off the cuff,
I risk sharing thoughts in disarray.
The warmth of a voice,
Is an overrated conversational component.
Instant electronic interchange,
Trumps communicating verbal sentiments.
Text me please, I can’t speak right now.
This modern convenience is great.
Thumb cramps and tripping while I walk,
Are risks I’m willing to take.
OMG, LOL, ROFL. TTFN. XOXO.