Wednesday, June 19, 2013


Marc Chagall 'Progulka' ('A Stroll')


I’ve no weight, I’m a kite,
Fly me high, hold on tight,
Don’t let go of my hand,
Bye-bye, land!

Keep your feet on the ground,
Planet Earth’s small and round,
With its oceans and all,
Like a ball.

Limitations disperse,
You are my universe,
Standing firmly, and bound
To the ground.

I am air, I am light,
I am day, I am night,
Watch me how I go whee!
Fly with me?

Burning bright, burning clear,
From this world disappear
In the blink of an eye
You and I.

Live for the Love of it,
The Happy Amateur

Today I'm linking this poem I wrote a while ago to The Mag #173 
(and I accidentally deleted the original post..)


  1. So musical, good movement throughout.

  2. I agree ... the flow is so musical ... bright and breezy ... yup, happy! Well done!

  3. Lovely metrical poem . . rare in these days of unpunctuated, incomprehensible stuff.

  4. Reads like a song - love the third stanza. Perfect title - exactly how your poem leaves me feeling after reading it!

  5. Thank you all so much for your kind comments.

  6. This is absolutely delightful ......... wheeeeee, I'm flying.

  7. Helen, Tess, thank you. Whee... :-)