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Daydream
by Ava BluI flew when I was 8
under the pecan tree in my front yard
I was only about 9 feet from the ground
I flapped my arms
leaves tickled my limbs
10 minutes felt like years
I was sure someone would see me
so that I alone would not have to know Truth
above ground,
even at that early age,
I understood the flight of sorrow
the path of resistance
and the pressure of love
I came back down
falling on a pile of bright alive leaves
though I felt the moment had been real,
I convinced myself otherwise
until I went inside
and my mom pulled pecans
out of my hair.
05/16/2005 Posted on 05/17/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ava Blu
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jeffrey Parren on 05/17/05 at 04:07 PM very complete poem...a quick little story with a playful ending...i like :) ~JPP |
| Posted by Paul Marino on 05/19/05 at 09:59 AM like how you use 8,9,10...pretty well put together poem. |
| Posted by Jo Halliday on 08/04/09 at 05:05 AM Full, full of beauty, hope and somehow--even though you talk of an age past--yet beauty still that is living always in us, can never be lost, to be hoped for. Beautiful, Ava. |
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