Wednesday, February 10, 2010

This Paper Boat

by Ted Kooser



Carefully placed upon the future,
it tips from the breeze and skims away,
frail thing of words, this valentine,
so far to sail. And if you find it
caught in the reeds, its message blurred,
the thought that you are holding it
a moment is enough for me.


please note: photo from http://inmyfathersshadow.blogspot.com/

4 comments:

  1. God, I'd like to be somewhere like where that girl is...grass visible, so warm she can wear that little while dress and sit with not only her feet but her butt in the water...

    Okay, enough whining about the weather (but, really, it sucks where I am) (yeah, I know radical acceptance, it's all good, embrace whatever happens...bleah).

    Anyway, cool poem...

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  2. Tons of emotions spoken with very few words...I like it.

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Hey, thanks for your thoughts and your time:>)