Different Child
Posted on July 10, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
22 Comments
“I am liberated back into the fragility of childhood.”– Jim Harrison
She was a different sort of child,
spending carefree days dancing
alone in dappled sunshine
red-golden curls bouncing
as she sang silly made up songs.
Barefoot in summer, for she was wild and free
chasing vivid butterflies as they broke from their cocoon
she, like the winged ones, dreamed of fanciful things
wondering about God and the blue man in the moon.
Always content, she rarely needed others
for she was a deep opalescent child,
curious about the wondrous earth
pondering the wonder of death and birth
living life in brilliant Technicolor.
©2018 Linda Lee Lyberg
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Oh yeah…that is the sort of existence everyone would love. Your words are as beautiful as the painting. Great work!!!
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Thank you!
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She sounds like a most magical wild child. Loved this.
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Thank you so much. I appreciate your kind thoughts.
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“for she was a deep opalescent child” – I love that line!
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Thank you. I am so glad you liked it.
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she, like the winged ones, dreamed of fanciful things
wondering about God and the blue man in the moon.
I really like these lines …. they made me smile at the thoughts that children have about God, and of course, the moon – and how these ideas, so formal, so strict and often rigid, can play with the easy fantastical wondering – and mix into a delightful harmony.
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Thank you. I’m so appreciative of your kind words.
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A wild life we all should try. This is beautiful!
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Thank you. I’m happy you enjoyed it.
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That’s the child we all should keep alive within us, no matter how old we get.
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Thank you. Yes, I so agree!
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What a wonderful last line! ☺❤
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Thank you Walt. I am happy you enjoyed it. 😊❤️
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You’re welcome Linda 🙂 ❤
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😊❤️
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The image and the poetry made me think of Pearl, from The Scarlet Letter. The sense of wildness and mystery…
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Thank you! I appreciate your kind comments.
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I’ll swap one of mine for this child! 😂 Beautiful!!
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Lol! Thanks Vivian! 😂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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