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dear soul,
by Kristina Woodhillplease don't struggle;
i caught a glimpse of you
in your passing
up within that group of clouds
they were young ones
and you fit right in
puffy, jostling, catching at breeze
breath, and rain drops
building weather with timidity
your silver thread dangled
still with some faint purpose
and i grabbed
to tag along
i won't weigh you down
believe me, i'm not ready
for this party's balloon release
i'll just be a tail to your kite
for this brief updraft
out-of-body, and we'll mingle
if you don't mind,
as I sail with you
serene and complete
before my anchor
hauls me down
06/07/2009 Posted on 06/07/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 06/07/09 at 07:03 PM This is so delicate and gentle, I appreciate the faith the narrator has in the lingering...as if the clouds were time, and a west wind was coming. Thanks. |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/07/09 at 09:25 PM I suspect there ain't no anchor gonna hold you down or back. The souls would certainly abide your companionship for a while. Good write Kristina. |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 06/07/09 at 10:04 PM Dear soul, let's lose those anchors in the next puff of a breeze...
Yours truly |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 06/08/09 at 02:29 PM ...K-gal, hold on to that soul...what a ride!, spoken/written well...our soul does lead and we follow. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 06/10/09 at 02:12 AM Love the imagery, warmth, relationship, anchored in sense of realism. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/26/09 at 04:53 AM Your poem takes flight... I can see it... and feel that little corner of me that says "Oh there is a pinhole in it; it won't last." Great images and challenge. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/14/09 at 12:42 AM Reading "The Lovely Bones" today, and thinking through some of my childhood memories, some of which you know about, Miss Kristina, I found this poem. And I send it on to my brother. And I love you because you write from somewhere that Understanding takes nourishment. And this is one... one reason why you are cherished. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 12/16/09 at 03:31 PM the antithesis of a mundane climax; how fortunate are we for this anchor?
ever off-balance in the contour rich library of your talents, i wonder if you have extra sets of digits up your sleeve when building these landscapes :> |
| Posted by Joan Serratelli on 01/31/10 at 06:03 PM I love this Your word choice is wonderful. A terrific write to say the least. Your use of images is, as always, mind-boggling! |
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