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String me along like a kite full of breeze
let me bob and dive, dance and jive,
shimmy and shake, let me rake the sky
like a broad-toothed comb entangled
in tresses of dawdling clouds
then I’ll break free from the binding
string and drift away over a sea of trees.
The Twiglets # 11 with a string prompt by Marilyn Braendeholm
Poet's Parlor 
And now I’m curious; have you ever had flying dreams? This seems like one.
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I used to a lot but not for awhile. I’d love to be able to fly. I wish that was my super power.
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I’ve never had a flying dream, at least not that I can remember.
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I’ve always wanted to be in a glider — fly noiseless through the sky. Great superpower to acquire!
Your poem really gives the sense of flight — the imagery is wonderfully like free flight.
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Thanks Lorraine.
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Sigh. Just so gorgeous.
I LOVE this, especially:
“like a broad-toothed comb entangled
in tresses of dawdling clouds”
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Thanks De
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I’ve flown in dreams… but sometimes there’s a kind of dome that won’t let me go beyond.
I read your piece and think of Charlie Brown trying to fly his kite and the tree that eats the kite….
Sometimes on vacations at the shore… the kite store has a bunch of employees on the beach flying kites. Amazing to see hundreds of kites up at a time. I wonder how many if any break free…
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That would be neat to see.
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