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Tethered in sand, sharks fly
among parafoils and Day-Glow dinosaurs
in a sky lit half by a gravid moon,
half by the sun sinking
into a molten bay.
Small hands hold fast to thin leashes
and voices rise up
in the valleys between waves.
Wind, sea, beach, the double-lit sky,
all poised on the hinge of night
in these moments before
the day passes westward
and the kites are reeled into
a hundred childhoods.
From The Grace of Light (Finishing Line Press, 2004).
This poem first appeared in Potpourri Magazine.
Used here with the author’s permission.
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Kathe L. Palka is the author of five books. She is a current member of the Haiku Poets of the Garden State. Kathe writes in free verse and in Japanese forms. She is an editor at tinywords.com, a daily online journal of haiku and micropoetry. A lifelong resident of New Jersey, Kathe enjoys wandering the parklands of her native state whenever time permits. Learn more about her at her Haiku Foundation web page.
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69Dorcas:
The continuance of life.
Posted 08/02/2012 08:18 PM
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wendy morton:
Ah, the gravid moon. Beautiful.
Posted 08/01/2012 11:04 AM
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rtaylor947@aol.com:
"Tethered in sand, sharks fly" is an arresting opening line. On line 2 we get to say, "oh, she means kites." It's a surprise, and great fun. The fun continues to the nostalgic sigh at the end. Thanks for sharing this, Kathe.
Posted 08/01/2012 10:24 AM
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dotief@comcast.net:
I too enjoyed the images created in this poem. The last two lines are particularly powerful! Love the entire poem!
Posted 08/01/2012 09:27 AM
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Janet Leahy:
Love the ending of this poem, "kites reeled into a hundred childhoods." Thanks Lathe.
Posted 08/01/2012 08:57 AM
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lincolnhartford:
Gorgeous poem; beautiful poetic language, gathering the experience of ocean and retreating daylight to share with us. Excellent showing of the craft of poetry writing.
Posted 08/01/2012 08:57 AM
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