light as by Kristina Woodhill the touch of the tip of a black cat's taut whisker the breath of a mother blowing calm across a fevered seasick brow a seed riding the northwest wind virtually invisible potential encapsulated in no hurry for touchdown sensing rain on its tail a homemade pancake, wholewheat ground fresh a high riser topped with blueberries held down only by maple syrup and a pausing firm methodical fork drift wood on the surf no worries bobbing its old gnarled head in rhythm with a dolphin's wake and sea songs lapping tapping the drum of the wharf a button falling popped and unseen bouncing off sleeve grazing belt catching the slick side of a pair of passing blue and white striped capris the leg's loose backward swing opening wide the cuffed mouth a tiddlywink welcome 03/29/2008 Author's Note: Exercising Posted on 03/29/2008 Copyright © 2026 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 03/29/08 at 06:55 PM a fun read and loved flowing along with its rythm. thanks Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/30/08 at 07:53 PM Wonderfully light as a feather as one's eyes follow it down the page. :o) Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.1 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 41 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)