A L O H A From Honolulu!
If your inner child is
still alive as an adult,
you won,
you kept your magic,
you didn't let the world kill it.
Anonymous
Not crone, or girl
Grown woman, pure and plain,
Yet here she carves on a skateboard
Tearing down the lane!
I watched her
as she really flew
This vibrant soul
With a different view.
Silvered hair and
laughter in her eyes,
She flies into sight
Quite a bold surprise!
A mother, maybe,
Or grandma who knows?
Her spirit's still young
And fresh as a rose.
She carves the streets
All elegance and ease,
Symphony of motion
Refreshing as a breeze.
Defying norms she's wild,
Timeless as a song.
Happily gay and free,
Confidently strong,
Riding her board
The perfect place,
Sanctuary of speed
Of sun, of grace.
Symbol of a life
Well-lived, we see,
A spirit bright forever
Ever wild and free.
Cloudia Charters*
As I make my slow
pilgrimage through the world,
a certain sense of beautiful
mystery seems to
gather and grow.
A. C. Benson
pilgrimage through the world,
a certain sense of beautiful
mystery seems to
gather and grow.
A. C. Benson
it has nothing else to explain it.
Rabindranath Tagore
୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩୩
Love You,
Cloudia & Pixie
Cloudia & Pixie
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* Skateboarder is not me. She just flew into sight then disappeared as quickly. You can see me getting the shot in the lower left.
Beautiful quote and images
ReplyDeleteWow! loved the skateboarder and your poem. little things that fill us with inspiration to care for our inner child.
ReplyDeleteThank you both!
ReplyDeleteYour poem and photo made me smile. The inner child needs to be released and treasured so it can inspire others to do the same.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed the skateboarder poem. You captured her so well.
ReplyDelete...yep, born to be wild.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem! A bright spirit indeed.
ReplyDeletePixie and her reflection is wonderful.
Beautiful sky and flower.
Take care, enjoy your day!
Love the skateboarder and your poem to go with it. She's great! ;-)
ReplyDeleteLoved your poem and of course the photos!
ReplyDeleteGreat shot of that woman on skateboard and a very good poem as compagnon. She for sure has kept the child in her.
ReplyDeleteMost definitely, a wild and free spirit in that daring woman, Cloudia. Blessings!
ReplyDeleteGlorious Comments!
ReplyDeleteEach of You is a real blessing ❤️ Thank Y
I like that skateboarder and the fun poem too. Howdy sweet Pixie! Thanks for joining Angel Brian's Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
ReplyDeleteLovely photos.
ReplyDeletePixie is bemused by your shot of the skateboarding Grandma! She would love to be free to prowl the streets and caterwaul at the moon.
ReplyDeleteYour poem is outstanding, and has a great message.
ReplyDeletePixie looks regal.
ReplyDeleteI thought the skateboarding gal was skating on the edge of a pond. 😄
ReplyDeleteThe niece and nephew always call Mom the fun aunt because she plays and does all the things adults won't usually do. She says she feels 35 stuck in an older woman's body. Age is how you feel, not a number.
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