I remember the gulls and the waves
I remember the islands going dark on the sea
I remember the girls laughing,
I remember they said he only wanted to get away from me
I remember mother saying:  Inventors are like poets,
                 a trashy lot
I remember she told me those who try out inventions are worse
I remember she added: Women who love such are the worst of all
I have been waiting all day, or perhaps longer.
I would have liked to try those wings myself.
It would have been better than this.
                  Muriel Rukeyser (1973)

http://www.eaglesweb.com/IMAGES/icarus.htm

Every Child
Every child should know a hill,
And the clean joy of running down its long slope
With wind in his hair.
He should know a tree—
The comfort of its cool lap of shade,
And the supple strength of its arms
Balancing him between Earth and sky
So he is the creature of both.
He should know bits of singing water—
The strange mysteries of its depths,
And the long sweet grasses that border it.
Every child should know some scrap of uninterrupted sky, to shout against;
And have one star, dependable and bright,
For wishing on.
Edna Casler Joll.

http://www.siue.edu/OSME/river/RiverQuotes/RiverQuotes.htm

http://www.siue.edu/OSME/river/RiverQuotes/RiverQuotes.htm

Behind a White Cloud

Reflected in the old
blue river was a
white cloud touching
the river in reflection

White Cloud was born Shireen Bakhtiar.

http://www.iranian.com/Sep95/Poems.html

of the all in all there is

for as long as She sang.

© Paul Archer

http://www.paularcher.net/poems/she_sang.html

And he repeated: "You are in pursuit of an illusion."
Then he reached to the earth beside him and handed us an Hibiscus flower and told us: "Inhale the sweet, red odour. Be my best friends, go now, please."

Steve Harley

http://home.swipnet.se/~w-73784/the_hill.htm

Diepe zwemmers, hooge klimmers ziet men zelden op bed sterren.

Deep swimmers and high climbers seldom die in their beds.

"Bizarre travel plans are dancing lessons from God."
(Kurt Vonnegut)

I am a bird girl now
I’ve got my heart
Here in my hands now
I’ve been searching
For my wings some time
I’m gonna be born
Into soon the sky
‘Cause I’m a bird girl
And the bird girls go to heaven
I’m a bird girl
And the bird girls can fly
Bird girls can fly

Antony and the Johnstons.

Thy child that is no child leave upon the water and let him swim.

He knows the water best who has waded through it.  Danish.

FOTO – BY SUSAN POMROY OF URUNGA FROM THE BREAKWALL.

http://www.notable-quotes.com/b/beauty_quotes.html

pink flowers woven
through pickets of garden gate
scent of fresh mown grass
Richard Terrify

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pink-flowers-woven-haiku/