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Friday, December 4, 2009

SKATER POEM



For Poetry Friday, allow me to share with you a poem that has been with me all week. Have you ever had a moment like the one in the poem?

For other great poetry, roundup is at Wild Rose Reader.

Skater

She was all in black but for a yellow pony tail
that trailed from her cap, and bright blue gloves
that she held out wide, the feathery fingers spread,
as surely she stepped, click-clack, onto the frozen
top of the world. And there, with a clatter of blades,
she began to braid a loose path that broadened
into a meadow of curls. Across the ice she swooped
and then turned back and, halfway, bent her legs
and leapt into the air the way a crane leaps, blue gloves
lifting her lightly, and turned a snappy half-turn
there in the wind before coming down, arms wide,
skating backward right out of that moment, smiling back
at the woman she'd been just an instant before.


- Ted Kooser
from Delights & Shadows, Copper Canyon Press, Port Townsend, WA 2004

5 comments:

  1. I love this one! I can't wait to read it to my girls when they get home from school.

    sf

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  2. What a wonderful vision.

    "with a clatter of blades,
    she began to braid a loose path that broadened
    into a meadow of curls. "

    sigh. thanks for sharing this.

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  3. Oh, I see this but I don't see skates, I see a pinto horse racing across the field and jumping a ditch. For just a moment two hearts are one with wings until the horses front hoofs touch the ground again. Sigh
    Thanks Irene for the memory

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  4. No matter how grown up we are, we are still the children we were...

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