There’s such a sky
way east
over Sinkiang perhaps
of the bluest of blue
Where I’d like to be carried
in vast crystalline air
by a white kite
into the bluest of blue
– James Steerforth (© 2007)
Note
What to write of on a grey, dismal day with buildings too close in a city? Of the longing for wide open space and endless blue sky. Of the longing to be far, far away.
James, I commented on this poem I thought but I clicked the wrong link. I thought this was a lovely poem and thank you.
Thank you, Mary! I’m happy that you like this one. Thanks for returning to my blog. I’ll be visiting yours again … have had so little time for anything creative these past weeks.
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