Sunday, January 14, 2007

Sunday Scribblings-- WINGS

When I was a little kid I thought I could fly. I'd tie a doll blanket around my shoulders like Mary Marvel (remember her?) and climb to the top of my backyard swingset and jump off. I'd measure with a stick to see how far I got. Each time it was a little bit farther. I knew that one day, if I practiced long enough and wished hard enough, I'd jump off and my feet would never touch the ground. Years later, I wrote in a poem:

as a child I tried to fly
upward from the valley floor
arms outstretched, a thousand
tiny filiforms of wings
flew about my sun-haloed hair.
I didn't know then
would be my wings.



Tammy said...

"Words would be my wings" is beautiful!

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silverlight said...

I could fly in my dreams. But, in real life, a person could break something.

Anonymous said...

Our words really do give us the ability to stretch our imaginations and fly. Beautifully written.
I was a Wonder Woman fan!

jillypoet said...

I love this! And that old! She is my hero! I used to dream I could fly, too! Wonder why I stopped dreaming it?

Anonymous said...

Yes, words can definitely be wings! Lovely post and art!