tug
white sails
the kite tugs
at its tether
(Second place, Sketchbook Kukai, February 2008)
posted by Bill | 11:51 AM
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14 Comments:
Bill,
I love the link between the tether, and the (unspoken) boom's inhaul._m
Sharp reading, magyar. Thanks.
I 'fess I'm one of those who chose this, Bill. Spring is just as restless as autumn, and the implied comparison with human behaviour is excellent.
:>) Ella
this implies so much... love it!
Well, thank you twice, Ella.
And, polona, much appreciated.
nice one bill
john
a restless spirit and a wayward wind (help - i sound like john masefield) :)
nice one bill
Thanks, John and floots. Floots, for a moment I thought you were referring to an old Joni James song.
oh, it makes me think of spring -- thanks! :)
Thank you, andrew.
I found you through a connections of thoughts, through a open door of friendship, through a moment of free thought and new friend, Suzanne and a new teacher, Floots!
Your art is wonderful, I will return often.
Thanks, your majesty, and welcome.
There is someone also present, a lucky boy perhaps, asking himself his freedom ...
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying
John Masefield, Sea-Fever
:-)
You got it, tikkis, and the Masefield association was in my mind. Might be a grown man or woman, rather than a boy or girl, though.
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